Body of Consciousness

*i wrote this about various wigwams that friends of mine have built throughout the mitten.*

1. Assemble

the rise of recent wigwam culture

states: create

with your own fuel

and tools a place.

perhaps this form

earth shakes

makes love unfold to

break growth into pieces

of home.

I do not pity rushing men

of bourbon escapes…

jobs, chase, race

not heart but haste; wrong place.

the child…

two and two

found four

but still, seeks truth – needs more.

heroes find balance

align like ants, marching

near cups of communion, union.

Lakes, moving waters

flows un-square

peace is there.

2. Destroy

artificial mountains

are mundane like alcoholic cologne

long legs, painted masks.

fifth avenue’s view

of romans

not victors.

no sprint

does not move quickly

& elegance is money yes problems

are funny.

masses bond with escape

isolate mind, space,

but never,

bodies ever.

“excuse me mademoiselle, don’t go to hell…”

SIRS. our bodies

are water

ebb/grow/flow to

sanctuaries, sedimentary

yes connect through & you,

are a psychedelic dance .

(imagine by chance, roads

not bar codes /streams not machines.)

evidence: reverends

build, don’t bury.