Keahey

Art and Poetry

I AM THE MONSTER
I am the monster
lounging under the cover of night
I will infiltrate your heart
fracture you into a thousand prisms of pain

I am the fable
recited in binary code
I will force you to hold the occupied position
until we both choke on control

I am the scorn
dominating the discourse of a troubled world
I will kill for profit
then murder myself out of spite

I am the fool
overloaded with command
I will release the cock from the sear
aching for deliverance

I am the hunted
afraid to speak truth to power
I will keep my eyes down
mouth circling whispers of reproach

I am the shapeshifter
buoyed by a coccyx coil of love
I will ride hope into this witchy world
where crocodiles roam free and ancestors go buzz in the night

I am the lightening and the thunder
raining down on scorched soil
my surrendered waters will nourish green growth
fleshy harbingers of life

CLOUDED DREAMS
At first, I thought it was a bright-eyed frog following a sauntering serpent
but when the clouds faded
I could see that it was our beloved friend, the Moon

He spewed from the molten womb of Earth
fissioning into space
one morning in the universal past

Moon’s severance makes me think about this postmodern time
Our failed stewardship of a planet of abundance
organs festering with injustice

Like Moon
Earth has experienced the cold twist of fate
the alienation of separateness

She is witness to the cumulative impact of a species
that has punished itself into conformity
corrupting her soil with petrochemical greed

Yet truth is both symmetry and chaos
and life is in a state of being
giving the cosmos the potential of becoming

We are manifold worlds
spiraling in a convergence that is neither-nor
we evolve into renewal

Moon and Earth should put aside old wounds
choose to be neighborly
like old oaks enjoying afternoon gossip in the park

People should be like butterflies
rising on chitinous wing to breed the future into being
our courtship roles shifting with the season

We only have to feel summer’s warmth naked on our skin
to realize the bees and flowers have arrived
they bring honey and spirits

SUSTAINABILITY
Decolonizing cognition
is like knitting

We follow
past patterns,
craft presents, imagine futures

We drop
the stich
~chaos…DIVERGENCE!
Unexpected innovations transform
the shape of our designs

Our hands
record cultural histories,
make symbols
define social relationships, those
self/other entanglements
                                       .
We are
       incomplete cognitions:
--livewire communiqués of
love and suffering,
flickering pulses of existence

Our arms thread norms and traditions
weave cosmologies –
              inter-are sentient natures

We are
the multifaceted matter of space and time,
simple sips of un/conscious existence

Our fingers
Stab in warring pricks: trembling fears
or flow in reconciling picks
towards camaraderies

We transform
by seeding present moments,
in songburst solidarities
.
Our minds:
singly connected threads,
patterns of being
spinning to the warp and weft of wild Earth weave
.
In the here and the now:
open without
and breathing within:
on the long walk to sustainability.