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James Croal Jackson
Playing Fall Guys During Quarantine / Ignorance Re: Biology
when you simply practice jumping into the ether
how far a fall on the blue loading screen
populating populating’s the same as propagating though
plants are more open about their love
of biology terms a pistil for the open mouths of fields
a wide-eyed tree growing slowly into its new
language each leaf a new word drifting
onto another continent -- a spade to shift its meaning
unbound by any green traditions unspoken
inside the framework of a species already dead
yet looking forward to its future
James Croal Jackson
Cashing Out White plate spinning on the head of summer god: boredom in the breath of grass illusion, green in brain, in wiles, wet- rag fingertips pressed against nose, sanitation breath, crater of spirit, the less mortal, the mightier morals, if what you have is less than you entered.
James Croal Jackson
Anytown, USA this country music’s gunshots slinging through the wind wrapped around Anytown, USA where I’ve never been anywhere outside my own mind traveled everywhere within this bag of skin and blood bound to family I become further and further away from each day I bleed out my own legacy owned by money by the river by the body bags I see everywhere I see a witness