My friend Carey sculpted a clay bird--


Clay bird--
Carey's 
loving hands


Clay bird
loving
Carey's hands 

 I was thinking about the picture of the chair on the cover of the book Be Here Now, my mind turned to dark--


            What about 
         being here now
when it's the electric chair?


Our civilization sentences people to the electric chair, now it has also sentenced our planet, lets wake up-- touch, experience, be and release our pain before it's too late, stay the execution, please be courageous!

How can i write it down fast enough
to catch the words before self-censoring
doubt sets in--always at watch
sitting on top tryin'  to keep
catch, cover, dark light, terrifying sight
a night of vision as opening of graves
Oh doom sets in                                oh
a night when we see our ways--->too late
covered beak nostril black a wave, a rave, of tar-colored
love,  from up top above
eeking eye
sick sky