Found Stuff

....Per capita freshwater availability is less than half of levels of the early 1960s....

....Coastal dead zones which are mainly caused by fertilizer runoff and fossil-fuel use, are killing large swaths of marine life....

....Total forest area decreased from 4,128 to 3,999 million hectares from 1990 to 2015, a net loss of 129 million hectares which is approximately the size of South Africa, in 25 years....

....Freshwater, marine, and terrestrial populations declined by 81%, 36%, and 35% respectively....

....The most recent year of data, 2016, ranks as the warmest on record....

....There is a high likelihood that the world population will grow from 7.2 billon people now to between 9.6 and 12.3 billon by 2100....

....A World Bank Group report says the worsening impacts of climate change in sub-Saharan Africa, South Asia and Latin America could mean that by 2050 more than 140 million climate change refugees will have been forced to move within their own countries’ borders, creating a human crisis and threatening development....

....Intact forest is now being destroyed at an annual rate that threatens to cancel out any attempts to contain global warming by controlling greenhouse gas emissions.....

Stadium

Finally,
a room to myself the size of a stadium.
I can do what I want. It's empty.
And I'm alone.

Some sense of otherworldness?
This one, right here right now,
is too tightly packed, too closed up,
to be all that's real. Maybe that's just
the people side of things. Step outside
people. All the wonderful gods....
go bring them back.

It's a good place to set up a bowling alley,
but that's been done, you know?

As if, what's beyond surfing?

Rise into the air. Don't show anybody.

Because the world's been done.

Oh, Just A Spell....

Take your time to get there.
Don't worry about ever getting there.
Feel free to digress and never return.
And let form announce its own self.
Write in Crow. At the end of it all, I
never meant for this thing to happen. 
Ever. 

Franklin Road

it's not my place to stay
when night torque wrenches
all conversations shut.
and it's me alone again
on Franklin Road, riding
a row of teeth or slipping 
over tastebuds on a tongue,
whatever waits to swallow me
whole as a goldfish in a dare,
or dragon rising from its lair,
or the one volunteer miner
dropping down an elevator
shaft to seek survivors.
Trees offer no light at all,
huddled over the road,
defeated angels in prayer,
"God, leave us hope...
we've seen too much, we
sentinels of Franklin Road."
Best country bar in the county—
too far out of town, out by
the trailer parks, fishing holes
and illegal hunting grounds—
was tied like a metallic balloon
to a city so small cats crossed
it nightly collecting the news.
30 dark miles of inbetween.
As much my home as anywhere.

One Vastly Incomplete Moment In Memory

The rain fell in nails,
cold as kids can be,
night dark as absence.
Lighthouse watching out,
through a window ghosting
a Christmas ornament
across my view of our front lawn
and the street to everywhere else.

My Head

Maybe i hit my head, but the life I led:

Oak trees twisted into shoelace tips.

The sea ran out of breath.

Wild horses held their gangs at bay.

Earthquakes spoke.

Wisdom didn't fit our library voices.

Skin talked to skin.

People running everywhere,
each with a different fear.

Me in a car that ain't fast enough.

Tumbleweeds

When I was a kid, Santa Anas
blew tumbleweeds in herds
down every street. Amazing
to see plants move fast
as me on my bike on the way to school.
Nowadays, no tumblweeds. None.
You see extinction for yourself,
if you've lived this long.
None takes over the biosphere.