Raven Moore's Blog, page 7

Co-exist

I don’t know

how to

tell you this

but

today

I woke up

and I couldn’t remember

anything

that was a problem

only the pending run

ahead

I flew out the door

down the street

and onto the track

over and over

again

I tried

to project my body to another space

in time

like

not where I’m standing

like not where I was running two seconds ago

like far far away around the track

right away

and it felt good

and I felt clean

with fresh air I jammed down my throat

as I sucked in every breath

to propel myself faster and faster

yes

I am afraid of remembering my problems

like

these problems

that reoccur

and I can think of no way to fix

must just be unfixable

and so if I can

I embrace you

and forget you

as often as possible

you’re just the fly on the wall

and I don’t kill you

don’t want to kill you

we just co-exist

and make the best of it

Training

Yes, I’m in training

and no it’s not free

pay me

for my morning runs

for my evening writing

for my language study

for my restraint

for my patience

for my focus

for my ideas

for my renewing energy

for my morals

for my sacrifices

my perceptiveness

Yes, I’m in training

and no it’s not free

pay me

I’m not in high school

I’m not a newbie

I’m not an oldbie

pay me

Hobson’s Choice Begins with You

Bernie Sanders

Hillary Clinton

Donald Trump

you choose one

you get idealism

you choose another

you get Bill Clinton

you choose another

you get someone

who promotes violence

I think that

if you are not willing

to be the one

then you cannot complain

about the only choice

you have

a Hobson’s Choice

is merely the thing

you could not handle on your own

you could not pioneer

you could not volunteer

if you do not want to be the one

then make a better one

support a better one

choose a better one

than you

obviously

you cannot do the job

or you would have

done it

yourself

or can you

Teotihuacan and Joseline

First

I was going to poeticize

about Teotihuacan

and then I saw a commercial

about love at first taste

so I got all teary

until I remembered that

I was trying

to figure out

what Teotihuacan was

all about

until another video from

Love & Hip Hop

caught my eye

and all these women

who weren’t Joseline

were talking about Joseline

which showed how really insignificant

they and she

had to think they were

my mind gradually returned to

knowledge

and it would have been suddenly

had I not suffered from feelings

of insignificance myself of course

until history

and

another Japanese genius

trying to discover things

I think

most Americans don’t even turn back

the page to remember

called me…..

something

about the Aztecs

or the Mayans

or the Olmecs perhaps

wanting more value for their money

like bitcoins

except the currency

was pyramids

and the customer

was God(s)

and I don’t know

if I need to be

an archeologist or

an astronomist or

an anthropologist

to understand what Teotihuacan

was really for

I’m sure if I stare at the stars long enough

and rearrange those broken pieces

of bone and skull precisely enough

and think about the gradations of

language as it passes through

the mouths of people

just talking to each other long enough

to get a ham sandwich

or

just mouthing any combination of sounds

and/or words that might let another know

hey, I love you……

I would realize that

human ambition

is not more complex than

being acted upon by nature

and wanting

to do anything

or almost anything

to stay alive

and feel more significant

I don’t see the difference between

Joseline

and

the man who put one rock

on top of the next

and called it a pyramid

everything is

a piece of something bigger

something greater

and no one

could ever get where they are

now

starting from scratch

because

if we can’t google it

we really, really, really

don’t know how to know it

Even

When

Aziz Ansari

references

Lemonade

it means

he is a cherished supporter

of anyone with a thirst

for something

that tastes

just a little bit better.

just a little bit better

is all you need

to feel new

just a little bit better is all

she needs to know

that even Rupert Murdoch

can get lucky

while she walks on

the gala carpet alone and free

but even

Jerry Hall knows that

twitter too

does not last

forever

and then we revisit Trump

supposedly the bump

that throws all

the hump

that everyone can get over

but alas

every jack in the box

must have his day

and her day

will not always seem to be tomorrow

so while we wait

let’s remember

that anyone with thirst

will be cherished

and supported

as long as the air stays

moist with anticipation

of a meltdown

to the ground

no hope left untravelled

unborn

or forgotten

Bitcoin Bit Me

If my name was Satoshi Nakamoto

I would be forced to say my name

is

Craig Wright

people would call my house

and say

we know what you are doing

and I would say

“uncentralize me, you brutes!”

spread me out

like butter

so that I can melt

all over

again

and again I have to be reinvented

because I can get no more of

the metal

the ores

the diamonds

that I got before

in the African mist

a body makes two centers

when it’s put off

balance

If I was the inventor of bitcoins

I would

buy some bitcoins

from myself

and start a business

so that

I would be twice as valuable

If I was the inventor of bitcoins

I would reject

all fame or

money

because

I know where all the real money is

If I was the inventor of bitcoins

I would change my name back to

Satoshi Nakamoto

then call up Craig Wright

to say thank you

just because

confusion

and

uncertainty

breeds safety

for those who know the world

is

a very unsafe place

the fact that I need to make a

cryptocurrency

means that only individuals can

be

trusted

and

so I should never seek

to start a business

but to be

a business

myself

May Day

May Day!

May Day!

since I was born

after 2000

will I get a job

in Russia

If I go to Taksim

will I be run over

by

run-over protesters

Is the Thrilla in Manila

really going to be the biggest

thriller I’ll never see

in my lifetime

how many hours

do I have to work

in a Taipei day

to make one hour

worth killing

myself for

May Day! May Day!

Ireland are you singing

children

are you dancing

the summer is here

flowers

are you growing

sun

are you rising

in the east

anymore?

It’s May Day

lift your spirits up

and make magic

time to claim

what your parents

have never claimed

time to reap

all the years they have sown

for nothing

and

if you have nothing

and you want something

then you must let go of that

constant nothing

and give everything

you have

got to be more

than your ancestors were

otherwise

your existence

might be worthless

what are you doing

with your life

Mom says

Raisin Bread

Raisin bread

oh, Raisin bread

I put you in the oven

with plenty of butter

and

a flat egg on the side

with pepper and sea salt

and yes

you didn’t think so

but

I could make a revolution out of this

my poems

I do it for fun

because

bread is heavily underestimated

like

who says I’m high-calorie

high-fat

screw you

I bet you

they’ll serve me

in New Kensington

I’m just a loaf

trying to get a nut

or two

in my holes

to fill up the emptiness

I feel when I get burnt

but really

why hate on me

what did I ever do to you

except

exist

after rising on a sunny day

Oprah likes me

why can’t you

Find Martland

It makes sense that

Afghanistan

Pakistan

Tajikistan

Turkmenistan

Uzbekistan

and

Kazakhstan

would add Martland

because

-stan equals –land

and

land can be dirt

can be body

can be home

and

if your home is

where your body is

where your dirt is

then you should protect

all of it

no matter

where you are

home is

where the heart is

and let your heart be

where every person is

where every child is

where every soul is

be that person who defines

concern

by anyone concerned

in the matter of

life

while you’re living

be not forced to think only

of yourself

but be forced to save others

from the evil thoughts

of themselves

from the evil thoughts

of their mindless desires

do not be raped

do not be pillaged

do not be carried away

by someone

whose only land is the restrictions

of his

mind

Imagining a Status

Making a request

today

is

asking for permission

to control your life

people bind you

with pieces of paper

that they’ve hung

to every single tree

to show which tree

the paper came from

you are bounded by this tree

and this tree too

that I cut down

for you

in your honor

therefore you must

pay

says Your Honor

destroyed by flimsy things

establishing concrete things

like the food I can no longer

eat

or stomach

because I couldn’t

pay for it

or

like the rent I can no longer

pay

or

receive

because I couldn’t

handle them

handle them handling me

take all of your money

honey

and don’t forget the change

you’re going to need it

living here

or living

dead

in this paperful

powerless

society