Heart-rock motel
Love shines brightly in my fourth
energy center
for All beings
Even or
perhaps most of all
the chigger, the tic,
the flea or any other parasite
hard things to love
invasive parasitic creepy crawlies
get under your skin
lay eggs just to lay eggs and feed more from its host,
Like Any Bush or Clinton or Any agenda
that the media tries to trick you into thinking you thought of already.
you haven’t; They have-
it all planned out, military pollice state. Civilians stand down
less this tower shatter completely your illusion where Hollywood isn’t a cult of overpaid scum
lucky in life
if limited growth is lucky
but it’s worth it to find a way to love these pests.
When I first learned to open the heart
and love all things,
I had to imagine a little Baby
Dick C or George W.
Tyrants of the world infantified
Rumsefeld had chubby cheeks and fat wrinkly arms
with big bloated toes. He burped when tickled
cooed at your cah
how could you withhold your love from the sweet
babe? I can’t.
I’ve heard:
“Do what you do with a person
but never put them out of your heart.”
Shit-mine is like a hoppin hotel.
Second rate Rock stars come, trash the place
and get away with it.
People come and people go, but never are they put out,
whether they pay or not they stay and I’ve always got the room.
