"social" media meditation

they got their knives out

slashing clever tweets 

of nasty nasty discord

the whole platform

is a wood splitting maul

a vicious cold metal wedge

trees fall

logs split

frozen splinters fly

all over illuminated screens

Cheyenne

I'm not even here.

I'm in Cheyenne Wyoming

 well not far from there

here is chaos

lies, blood on the floor

I'm out in a mountain pass

dusting of snow

horses in the distance

here is entropy

boarded up windows

dust

coffee boils over a campfire

an elk jumps over 

a semi frozen stream

here is neglect

a broken guitar in the corner

shards of glass

Cheyenne

Cheyenne

Cheyenne...

carpentry

thick carpentry textbooks

15 in total

dusty

stack of seven

stack of eight

the perfect angle 

to prop youtube projector

heavy secrets

secrets....got em.

yeah deep

not even in my body

much much deeper

tethered to a ghost chain

dragged along

anchors through earth

secrets yeah

sometime they jump

from their graves

land hard 

on my robed shoulders 

secrets held

at bay

with single malt whiskey, strong beer,

prayers, poems, punches,

music

heavy secrets.

Post Script - Philosophically I'm anti-secret and pro-surprise.

Breathe In...

 breathe

you are ok

cool mountain air 

fills your lungs

pine scented

damp with creek mist

you are okay

exhale

street crow

something is wrong with that crow

he's crazy

he's lazy

he's garbage fat

walking slow up the street

crow wanders through the ditches

up into the neatly lined pines

scratchy footprints in the snow

leading under the chain fence

in behind a rotten tree stump

not crazy, lazy, or fat

he's just dying

one day

one day I'll ask my body to move

   and it won't

my mind will still move

out over the lakes, marshes, tall pine trees

up north through the rugged valley

up the highest peak

to a most vivid view

of the last dayspring moment