occupy truth

trying
to latch my longing
onto the tail of the occupation
slipping each time i grab
but always falling
forward

grrr when the uglies set in
and your guts want to spew
green gobs of phlem
but another part says
'oh on, not the phlegm!!!'
but you want to spit it anyway
and at first you hold it in your stomach
as it aches and turns
and you think you can keep it down
but it still biles up
and you spew it
all over who is listening
and seeing and feeling
and to your surprise
they wipe it off
and say
wow, man
what's the next line

we need to get it right
sink down into the very core
of our being
and discover
'what is being asked of me'
wallow in the uncertainty of
the complexity of life
only then
will we respond
without the uniform
without the mask

occupy truth
witness to spontaneous wonder
as my parents sleep at the wheel
i am melting into this
luxurious space
and my wild soul
is captivated
by possibility, connection
and love
fucking occupy truth
and claim what is ours
this is the collapse
the beginning
occupy love

pregnant moon
and displaced people
in every mirror
body and earth align
in sultry
mystery