writing for themselves

moving on several months later
who writes for themselves anymore
no one calls people crazy anymore
or, that's the filter they have around me
since I'm either
    a) obviously crazy, or
    b) so clearly not crazy it would be silly to accuse
and that filter leads me to conclude
such crazy things like
    a) I'm crazy, or
    b) I'm not crazy, and
either would be crazy to determine
if the opposite were indeed true...
which is, of course, a general property of sanity,
but it's especially true in this context,
this environment, where we're considering
   a) the clarity of thought, or
   b) the soundness of ideology, so
let's just
get down
to business

rhinoceros

we’re in this world

it’s hard enough

just being here

our open markets

let people construct

financial devices

wherever they succeed

...without intervention

in some way,

it’s our job

you know

as citizens

to identify

what can

and cannot

be done

in the name

of money.

but it’s

really hard

to tell

someone that

the way they’ve

found to live

cannot be done

because it’s

so HARD

to live

so DIFFICULT

to ascend these stairs

in light of all we’ve known

sparkles in your eye

minds of the unknown

frighten me

that they might

slay the rhinoceros

stab into the dark

carve into our future

because mine gives

so many shits about theirs

and we’re joined

in our

cyberemotional Umwelt

of what actually does

make it in this mess

of today.

I mean like

fuuuhhhck

look behind me

see that statue?

cut stone

meets our presence now

uncrushed

never left

in enemy territory,

hammered down

in outright despair

and now

look before me

to this whole

manifold of possibilities

spaces intertwining

money creates engines

on our futures

and each creature

rises like a phoenix

once the fire strikes

the burning begins

—nay, nay.

remind yourself

it is our responsibility

to influence

and guide

the engines

of tomorrow

medusa, cry

Let's talk
full headed medusa
small juicy snakes
full girthed
jetting poison
full creativity

found alone again
no face
to stand
opposite
and tangent
full featured
gutted motif
full bias lighting

I'm a fucking
jellyfish
fucking like
spores floating
sperm germinating
smoothed pestel,
met reproducing
tides of an
unswept
unmeditated
mind

clear it sweep
tidings to be
unbalanced I find
myself alone--
    medusa, cry.