Capitalism - the rotting root of it...  the needy   the greedy

Crime - capitalism's system of wealth distribution   top to bottom

Diet by capitalism - salt fat sugar oil plastic...

Lucky   some can breathe today

​Context lasts no longer than one of our flashing seconds

We think we're within reach

​Art people   if we focus   we believe it's radical    shareable   receivable

​Look for a village

​We all got some kinda scripture

1956 nightclub in Pasadena  I peed with Eugene Wright  he's bigger than me

Bach  Beethoven  Mozart   HankWilliams  TheDominoes   Miles  Tebaldi  LeadBelly  Dylan  Stones  Glass  Pavarotti  MajorPowers et al . . .

Mother Father  Nancy  Moses Esther  Monet Nick  Dan You+ . . .

Capitalism Produces and Distributes  Death and Destruction

I wish I were more wicked than capitalism​ 

As wicked as I believe I want to be​ 

Intellect  memory  wit  heart

Attempting to be  kind  truthful  just   in the tangle of nature-nurture

Have a headache   sit-stand-walk spine-straight   what

Needs   from each  to each      even brief chats covered

can't know the winds that blow in you - Bamsi

hope every body gets a size that works

Know where we are   ...it's amazing.

Eco-Socialism For Now and the Future - Albritton

you will get down as the whitey funk bohemian marxist+ bruhster of our 2 li'l centuries
i will never come up

may your billions seed a great global-eco-socialist resurrection   care and share

1949 water  I see the creek pool clear   willow pole  7 foot leader  black-nat floating on the mirror   7 inch rainbow bite and wiggle    sobbing

in the spirit of Jewish Jesus w Muslim cousins  y Buddha  Allah  et al   cool Folks w Ethos

let's lie down    now what

Early ‘90s  I was told to read "Continental Divide"
then red everything he wrote in published order 
town   folks  snow  ice  death
Dane Banks happens    why wouldn't it

Russel Banks was for me
my English teacher friend had him come to his seniors' class in '97
he told me after
I was fucking in class
he did not invite us
Good luck for all of us

"The fickle finger of fate
The moving finger writes
And having writ moves on"

jr high friends start saying this to each other in 1950s when life deals us a perceived shit blow