~III. Bone-deep/Alone~

02/24/2012

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~from suicide to dinner~
~a creature’s lusts & appetites~
~are blood/vein connected to its actions & deeds~
~the human beast is likely to seek groups~
~attribute & blame its behavior on peer pressure~
~decisions by committee~
~coven, church, or career~
~outlaws & ceo’s~
~heroes & miscreants~
~pod peas alike~
~self-serving~
~public opinion~
~a moronic collective~
~the philosophy of fools~

~III.  Bone-deep/Alone~

~whom seeks to please everyone~
  ~errs miserably in due course~
~ultimately~
~embraces a pen-ultimate failing~
~possible loss of self~
~& that wandering peace~
~becomes a tone~
~a whimper~
~a sounding~
~bone-deep~
~who am I kidding ~
~what  if we are found alone~
~the tiniest bit of wanting~
~verification of goodness~
~all doubt left behind~
~finally okay to be this way~
~such are all paths leading home~

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~I. Dead End Traffic~

02/16/2012

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~Quodlibet~
~The Hundred Bites~
~I~

~our communication stolen~
~prisoners & parents controlled by handheld devices~
~in the hands of schoolchildren & screws~
~what the hell you gonna do~amerikan family?~
~don’t ask me fat boy~
~you sold us out when the citizens voted you in~
~I didn’t have anything to do with that shit~


~I. Dead End Traffic~

~friday afternoon~
~it is a long drive home~
~woman on the telephone~
~dead animal in a pickup truck ~
~stiff legs pointing wrong way up~
~driven by an eater~
~of venison into the open~
~trapped at once~
~maybe she’s talking to her man~
~sure as hell can’t drive~
~that thing is stuck to her face~
~could be she’s trying to talk it off~
~ain’t no free rides~
~in a land of gypsies~

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~Zephyr Incidental~

01/14/2012

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~she exists as a wisp~
~promise ~
~muse~
~a fast train rushing~
~its wind tunnel throat~
~backdoor thundering tornado~
~smoke & fire~
~unaware of his eyes ~
~what it means~
~muse~
~she dances into his sight~
~the zephyr blows her away~


~Zephyr Incidental~ 

~just beyond his hearing~
~her nuance spirit whispered~
~entranced, he paused to listen~
~as one hears angels, did he~
~close his eyes, dissolve his senses~
~allow her purchase on the tender-wall~
~that fantastic realm of being~
~deep inside & long untouched~
~wide-eyed & watchful as near-prey~
~at the approach of a new stranger~
~he was gifted & no predator she~

~whom paints clouds on the groundswell~
~invites a visage of heaven~
~into the everyday burrows of life~
~where gypsies & nomads all~
~a procession of high-stepping minstrels~
~wander the path of the last troubadour~
~his verses alive on trade-winds ~
~the limits of continents ignore~
~voices a-hum at the cradle~
~are the whispering mothers of life~
~angelic visions from the bottom of the well~

~it is difficult for flat-line thinkers~
~to imagine the circle of life~
~the undeniable & beautiful sameness~
~of shadows, cradle & grave~
~whose love owns the heart of a poet~
~may at once be blest & damned~
~a witness participant to ecstasy~
~exalted in the light of his words~
~a fall-me-down, pick-me-up dancer~
~whose idylls create & destroy~
~the otherwise past & undone~


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~V. Blood Trail/Lust~

01/12/2012

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~Quodlibet~
~The Hundred Bites~
~V~

~dark in the motel light~
~vacancy~
~room for prisoners~
~saddle-sore cowboy truckdrivers~
~ravenous to mount~
~tickets to ride~
~amerikana momma~
~rodeo queen~
~hotrods to hell~
~doin’ it with her boots on~
~ridin’ on the mud flap~
~tearin’ up the bed~
~she was a love child~
~then she was old~
~nothin’ in between~

~V.  Blood Trail/Lust~

~two soon lovers born~
~torn from a sheet of night~
~wanderlust~
~a forest adrift~
~shadow~
~wisp of smoke~
~fire dreams ignite their passion~
~heated blood~
~illusion or not~
~when flesh is a flame to touch~
~desire becomes~
~the fuel of innocents~
~& sinners alike so once begun~
~hell is loose until fire~
~devours fire & death~
~is the lesser evil~
~wolves who are born to run~
~a leash of feral fang & eye~

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~IV. the working Girl~

01/11/2012

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~Quodlibet~
~The Hundred Bites~
~IV~

~ain’t nothin’ new about the concept~
~weapons of mass destruction~
~century after century~
~priests & missionaries have been sent~
~months in advance of invading armies~
~bible in one hand~
~whip in the other~
~to enlighten, threaten & subvert~
~savages & barbarians~
~love ‘em to death~
~love ‘em to death~
~teach them fear & the art of~
~worship worship worship~
~& when the warship arrives~
~the devil brother butcher~
~will eradicate those left standing~
~tut-tut~
~holy man to warrior~
~keep the mission in mind~
~land is worth little without slave labor~
~converts to bury corpses~
  ~gods & war~
~freedom to enslave~
~what is civil about civilization~
~speaking of prepossession~
~predilection & antipathy~
~ancient professions~

~IV. the working Girl~

~this woman seize portrait~
~a grain a cross the beach sand of life~
~legs apart, she sweeps them up~
~no single click-flash-click~
~what amounts to portfolio~
~years spent & minutes passed~
~nice work; what do you do for money?~
~are we any less prostitute ~
~prices fixed & wares displayed~
~selling whistles & paper airplanes~
~mortgaged asses in a sling~
~they are pimped to mediocrity~
~those whom judge the working girl~


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~III. Bone-deep/Alone~

01/10/2012

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~Quodlibet~
~The Hundred Bites~
~III~

~from suicide to dinner~
~a creature’s lusts & appetites~
~are blood/vein  connected to its actions & deeds~
~the human beast is likely to seek groups~
~attribute & blame its behavior on peer pressure~
~decisions by committee~
~coven, church, or career~
~outlaws & ceo’s~
~heroes & miscreants~
~pod peas alike~
~self-serving~
~public opinion~
~a moronic collective~
~the philosophy of fools~

~III.  Bone-deep/Alone~

~whom seeks to please everyone~
~fails miserably in due course~
~ultimately~
~embraces a pen-ultimate failing ~
~possible loss of self~
~& that wandering peace~
~becomes a tone~
~a whimper~
~a sounding~
~bone-deep~
~who am I kidding ~
~what  if we are found alone~
~the tiniest bit of wanting~
~verification of goodness~
~all doubt left behind~
~finally okay to be this way~
~such are all paths leading home~

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~bone damned wonder~

01/09/2012

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~falling down is easy~
~reaching for a helping hand~
~god, oh god~
~where have I landed~
~a man crying out~
~from the bottom of a well~
~it is dark inside my coma dream~
~phantom spirit ghosts I see~
~when I awaken~
~I long for their embrace~
~as those of my own kind~
~they throw me away~
~it is just a~

~bone damned wonder~


~to me~
~the good news is~
~I am able to hobble to the toilet now~
~with the help of my walker thing~
~four times a night~
~twelve steps each way~
~one-two-three-four & rest~
~pain is a bone damned wonder~
~deeper than my need to piss~
~I am possessed of both~
~are possessed of me~

~the bad news is~
~snow, I am cold~
~pain is a bone damned wonder~
~winter in Colorado~
~these hundred & ten pounds of me~
~ache deeper, mark me~
~in waves that didn’t exist~
~seventy-five days ago~
~to the hundred & eighty pounds of me~
~the clinicians sent me a bus pass~
~to this hidey-hole I’m living/dying in~
~the bus stop is four blocks away~
~might as well be in china~
~it’s good solid paper though~
~guess I can use it to start a fire~
~so I won’t freeze to death in this place~

~the so-so news is~
~I am crushed but alive~
~pain is a bone damned wonder~
~that assures me it is so~
~if I ever walk again I swear~
~I will never smash another bug~
~they are my friends here~
~in this warehouse we are kept~
~away from the worst of worst of liars~
~those whom say they are aware~
~& sworn to help the aged, broken & dying~
~the shit-house of my life is on fire~
~those dear ones, emergency services~
~swimming in near & safe waters~
~refuse to splash a bit on these flames~
~they are not ignorant of my plight~
~they are hypocrites, bigots & liars~
  
~whatever was in me is out~
~that I am alive is a~
~bone damned wonder~

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~Quodlibet~{The Hundred Bites} II~

01/08/2012

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~Quodlibet~
~The Hundred Bites~
~II~
~Uncle Max was a quiet man~a family man~
~came to visit me when I was a hog farmer in Wyoming~
~spoke with him about my daughter~

~going to college in Colorado~
~word had it a Jewish boy she was dating~ 
~liked to smack her around~
~they’re coming to visit in a couple of weeks~
~don’t know if I can behave myself~
~I confessed to Uncle Max~
~those pigs’ll eat a man~he told me~
~say his legs are broken~they’ll kill him & eat him~
~Uncle Max scratched his chin~
~you have to crush the skull though~
~pigs can’t get their jaws around it~

~II.  Uncles & Ants~

~this city rises up~
~his wife~
~is asleep in the trunk~
~too many reasons to leave her~
~it swallows people whole~
~generations are lost~
~dinosaurs tripping on ants~
~where do the little people go~
~sometimes you just wanna run away~
~to live in the hills~
~make a pile of dirt~
~& crawl on inside~
~we can pretend we is white folks~
~we got a history of uncles~
~sisters hanging from trees~


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~Mother Teresa Was An Alien~

01/05/2012

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~Christmas in bed~
~smiling in spite of it all~

~Mother Teresa Was An Alien~

~the writing is on the wall~
~brother~
~its message so clear~
~a blind man would know it~
~simply because he is blind~
~helpless in the sense of sight~
~as you are with your body crushed~

~she made a thousand calls~
~because she believed in the system~
~no one called her back until today~
~& that was to tell her to knock it off~
~to cease stirring up trouble~
~assessments take time~
~if you run out of that commodity~
~time~
~the assessors smile smugly~
~confidently~
~after all~
~their job is done~

~on the outside looking in~
~where we’ve always been~
~sheriffs, gruff acting men with guns~
~evicting us when we were children~
~Momma pregnant at work~
~daddy at the bar~
~the empirical collective police state~
~had our number~

~our Cherokee ancestors~
~believed in a heaven on earth~
~where the good people~
~in a life after death~
~would return to live simply~
~the evil ones taken away~
~seems like an attractive dream~
~I doubt that place is here~
~there may be such a place though~
~some folks are so good~
~they must be from somewhere else~
  
~we must do this thing alone~
~there is no room in our spirits for the assessors~
~they have stolen your hair~
~forced you out into the cold~
~your broken body pressed between wheels~
~they are dismissive & afraid~
~it is a high honor~
~to be unwelcome in their camp~
~it is a high honor~
~to be your brother~
~whatever was in me~
~is out~
~I need someone~
~come talk to me~

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This is now…

01/04/2012

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~This is now…~

At my wit’s end, trying to save my brother’s life.  He was in an automobile accident Nov. 2, 2011.  There is a recap below, a short letter to Tom Martino, consumer advocate extraordinaire in Colorado.  My brother is confined to a wheelchair, out of food, and running low on hope.  He is in a small house in Commerce City, Adams County, Colorado.  The landlord has given him until the end of January to either come up with three months’ rent or get out.  He has received a shut-off notice for his utilities and run out of food.  He was an active 60-year-old before the accident.  He was released from Denver Health December 15th, his pelvis in a cage to support the broken bones.  Social Services and patient advocates from Denver Health haven’t returned calls.  If you have any information as to how he can receive some professional assistance and human support, please message me at wordwulf@gmail.com . 

Please help me save my brother’s life.

My brother, Jack (John Carl Eugene Sterner) was in a one car accident Nov. 2, 2011 58th & Quebec.  He was thrown from the car.  His torso (rib cage and pelvis) was crushed.  He was taken to Denver Health by ambulance and placed in ICUS.  I drove to Denver from California, arrived 11/5 and found him there more or less comatose, unable to communicate.  I stayed for a couple of weeks, stopped by the hospital the 18th to say goodbye.  The lights were off in his room and he was thrashing about wildly.  As I reached to open the door, a nurse advised me he was agitated and should be left alone.  I told her he was my brother and I’d like to try to calm him down.  “He’s kicking at us,” she advised me.  “He’s unconscious, is unaware what he’s doing,” I replied.  “He can’t communicate. Even if he was conscious he couldn’t speak because of the tracheotomy.”  “He can communicate well enough to mouth “fuck you” to me,” she said angrily.

I was elated and she was pissed.  She finally told me to go in and do whatever I wanted with him.  I left the next day.  The day after that his hair was cut off.  I felt this was done in reprisal for his unconscious behavior and filed a complaint with the hospital, advising them we are of Cherokee descent and our hair is sacred to us.  I wanted it back to give to my brother when he woke up.  I have a letter of apology from the hospital explaining the hair is gone.

December 15th Jack was released from the hospital.  In the three weeks since he has been out, other than appointments at the hospital, he has received no assistance from them, social services, etc.  My wife and I have exhausted ourselves in the runaround between Social Services, Disability, Denver Health, Social Security, etc.  A Colorado native, it is unbelievable to me that a human being would be so treated.  In the struggle to assist him from here we have acquired power of attorney to fill out and file paperwork on his behalf.  We have been bounced from person to person, agency to agency, and NOTHING has happened.  He has been given 30 days to vacate the rental house he lives in at 5450 Newport St. #C.  He’s received a shut-off notice for his utilities.  Friends and relatives have struggled to load him into their vehicles, fearful of dropping and further injuring him.  He weighed 180 pounds two months ago.  Now he weighs 110 and is confined to a wheelchair, elated that he can at least pull himself into a walker and make it to the bathroom to take a leak. 

I believe my brother is being treated badly because he has no money, no resources.  Further that he is not a part of mainstream society and not worth the effort afforded a “normal” citizen.  I’ve watched you and your work for many years and have faith in your convictions.  Please help me save my brother’s life.  Don’t let them throw him away.

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