"The Morning Flush" (New poem, 2021/11/01)

Flush your brain
read Lem
invent sci-fi religion
plant trees and flowers where bones were
build life where death manifested its flags
but not a house
not a center
just a place to rest

not another
cold translated country.
just a place to grow content
in synth and guitar improvisation
of the morning
first morning
on Earth
with wife

not another asylum
for sad gravity men
or kindergarten
for animals of the tundra

Pink Floyd on the radio
reminds me of my time in the military
playing punk on bass
with various
drifters

now
pure will
and human life time
clear in this Earth-light
with bop
stand secure

there are flowers
where bones were
so
skip to the syllable of birth

skippity-skip
no seed is important enough
to the janitor
flush him too
he's an obstacle
old and irrelevant
scratching his
bubble head
yawning