mama cried

[saw]

fly like the blackbird missile of a dying dream
zoom like the dark spiral nights of fading desire
wind your way through the dirty molasses morass
ears cleaned with organic Q-tips dipped in gasoline

let it rain like a shaman's tears
taste the salt of life as we remember it
swing the molecular dancers 'round and 'round
fingers laced like the oneness of limping hope

listen for the the group-thought echoed,
eat from earthen bowls of burnt orange wood,
the magma cannot wait any longer for us,
she is the ejaculated truth

formed in the forked crust of abusive pies,
ancient wanderer's eyes, Too Many Lies !
the quake is on, the tempest has risen
Pompeii exiles have arrived in an Uber

to teach the fire dance while alternative facts melt
like fools-gold in the supernova sun of destiny
mama's breath needs more than a peppermint
you know you can't ignore her weeping soul

you see the spider-veins in her wobbly legs
mama, don't let your babies grow up to be oilmen
don't let them good ole boys spread the pig shit
like a blanket of denial, whoa....all that cow shit

horse shit, chicken-shit....oh say can you see it all
the Methane Monster tromps down like Godzilla
on a little walk through Manhattan, crushing
everything in sight....there are no flowers left

in the Greenhouse, only the gases of overdose
and there's not enough Narcan in the EMT's bag of tricks
Not enough Ice in the once mighty mountains of frozen water,
Not enough Rain-forest to camouflage our wet cheeks

[Terri]

jesus christ
that is overwhelming
...so, if you think about it, it's the right way to say it

[saw]

thanx terri
poor mama earth
she's doing her best
against all odds
but money, greed
thoughtless consumption
rape
murder
the rampant looks the other way
as if none of this really matters
man's ignorance
that technology can Trump whatever
this country needs
a general strike
masses of people gumming up
the works, demanding a stop
to all this selfish behavior
the 99% have more power than they currently believe

[mtmynd]

Sharply executed, SAW, and I feel your release.

I dig the message screaming out from under the neglect
the champions of never-ever-ville continue the dumping
while Gaia wittingly plans that which is needed in doubles
... and the sly bastards who dream in gold will fold in quarters.