yesterday's riotsvilles, today's cop city

Everyone going in reverse. The beeping on the trucks and the smell of shit fills the air. Just what I want to smell first thing, not the wild roses, but the piled up shit, still warm no doubt, steaming. Thank you for this life. Thank you for the opportunity to get up off the floor, rise up to standing. 

If we're not avoiding driving under the rising lakes and rivers, ice melt turning treacherous then it's the plates shifting, circles of volcanos going off we have to worry about this morning. Unmapped volcanoes under the oceans. All currents shifting, everything known. Hoping for a safe place to stay, to rest, to grow fruits and flowers. 

Fruits and flowers are watered with this suffering. The enlightened ones, the awake ones wouldn't exist without the development of compassion. If anyone wishes others well, it's because they've suffered too. Been knocked down, trampled upon, cast out and managed to find their feet again, find the ground.

This perpetual attempt to consolidate power, money is ancient as linear time. Power over, trying to avoid taxes, not having their own benefits stripped away. From time immemorial to now, ketamine addled shriveled up sacks of excuses for men. Filled with hair plugs and greasy cheeseburgers, run through with fear of darkness. Is it because they have no friends? Profound insecurity, knowing themselves to be the losers they claim every one else to be.

Lies about outside agitators and snipers on the roof, today's Cop Cities are amped up versions of yesterday's Riotsvilles. Same fucking day only 2.0. Helicopters hovering outside my window at 6 am. What's needed now is what was needed then: decent healthcare, good education, universal income. Everyone getting their needs met, being cared for, respected. What anyone needs is what everyone needs.