this is how i disrupt the
chaos.
you are the chaos.
not
because
you are a just part of it,
but
because you its pulse,
its restless current.
dare to disturb it?
of course.
obama said yes you can
(we hold it against him
he who think can direct it toward
bank banky moon, carra bean,
hoy no hay ensalada de frijoles!
of course, the additional pack
is offshore's stuff, and
pepstein or epp! stean and your teen emotional
environmental entanglement's stuff.
i am old but i can tell you about entanglements in three weak weeks.

for a very cheep deal.
hash tag hippy!
i am a gorilla, a silver back
i do not deal with bonobos.
unless for peace.

see, consequences are just echoes,
like forgetting the heat on.
and you’ve already earned
or curved half of
letting go of
the illusion of control.

carelessness isn’t negligence;
it’s a kind of freedom.
hope you remember
when you were a kid.
leave the living move in their cages,
their circuits humming with predictable currents,
but you?
you’re static in the wires,
a rogue signal slipping through.

that creature inside you,
the one that refuses to adapt;
isn’t meant for cages.
It gnaws at the bars
because cages are for things that want to be seen.
you’re more feral than that. a ghost town,
yes,
but not empty.
a haunted by your own presence,
decaying
in a way that’s almost alchemical:
rust into art,
collapse into something stranger.
stranger,
stranger,
and stranger.
at certain time, one
has to let it go for real.
(a thing can't be more real than it is.)
that is my best choice.
i mean the objectively optimal,
if you mean force.
am i lama? no, do i look i need epp!-ass-teen??
for any thing??
believe, i am worse than that.
i just put that epps to rest.
so do not wake him up. karma, is at the door looking back at you. not me.
it is not confidence.