The Value of Perimeters

The middle school elections ended, 
this time the monkey ran against a tall man. 
That’s all that should be said for now. 

What’s really troubling me is my desire to not move,
Yet traverse a great deal of both distance and time
while "doing it." 
Maybe small movements will do. But nothing greater
than the length of an arm

Simply oscillating around in circles. That’s what I
desire now. 

What that has to do with anything is beyond me, I’m
just a poet (now). 

I simply urge a desire around a circle...

The middle school election and me in circles...

The circles may only be musical. It may be a remnant
desire from when 
I played guitar in a serious rock-jam band. 
We often did circles then. It was just a drummer and
I. 

There was a saxophone player but he was too far gone
into drugs to be of much assistance to us. 
He was like a butterfly that didn’t make much sense.
He was smeared equations against a chalkboard
And we all wore the dust. 

The bass player was solid. He could roll around in the
mud with us when he wanted to. 
But he rather enjoyed staying "clean."
Nobody sang, we didn’t have anything to say, only a
feeling to give. 

And that is of the circle. 

*

I’m in the high desert much of the time, up above
4,000 feet; but often, the wet northwest coast is too
much for me to stay away from. And I explore for up to
a week at a time and read (mostly) astrophysics books.
That’s what I’m into (now). I enjoy thinking about the
implications which the mathematics posits. That’s
what’s interesting to me. 

There’s a specific forest between the coast and my
perch. It’s a high rolling mountainous forest, a
convergence zone between three ecosystems: high
desert, wet fir, and alpine meadow. It’s a special
area. 

But the forest service was mandated the largest quota
since the 1930’s to lease out the land and cut the
trees down. Severly damaging the integrity of the
forest. It just makes me sad. 

*

in a magazine I read about Carbon sequestration, and
the high profile funding to sequester Carbon from the
atmosphere (or stacks from power plants) and inject it
into the earth or large reservoirs of water. 

We’re certainly a species unto ourselves. 

Curtailment is not good for quality.

*

"No... we don’t need to change our practices, they need
to change theirs!" I heard that on a stump the other
day. 
I didn’t clap my hands like half of them did. Half of
them... it was silly. My problems are faced and
disassembled, then moved through (whenever I'm not
paralyzed and forced into small circles). 

Not faced then ignored or shouted at and circumvented.

Plus my problems only revolve around a small space
circling me.

*

The other day a large monkey bit a man in the ass
after he neglected it for a week. I think the monkey
had the HIV virus. 

But I wonder if half of them would be half of them if
the monkey had two or more opponents to debate instead
of just the tall man who's trying to catch a ride on
the monkey’s back. 

*

there is progress but just not in all places at once
and not always forward progress (to my mind). The fact
that there is a monkey residing in the middle school
throne is proof of that. 

The teachers have been locked up and the children are
running (ruining) things. The skinny (bitch) is
screaming and tearing at her tits. She’s killed three
scientists today. There is an armadillo that keeps
pouring gasoline on a burning pile of books, saying
he’s "streamlining things," they called the
cafeteria-room-press a "bunch of nazi’s" the other
day.  

Personally I disagree. 
Calmly and politely, 
Without moving too much