oríkì: the peace-warrior: Copy-2 2-24-10 © apeco
? …my sullen fasting pace went-over thoughts
barely my knowing 100-miles after legs needs
plan-to-get-there 100 miles again some more
accomplishment on the north flowing shallows
of the south-Platte river,
of the great plains spaces
stopping to talk w those oil-drilling crews & werkors
of weld county’s meager labor, no-union resources availing
increased networks 1977 and to study hiring practices
upon the plains to hike the grasslands thru the plateaus
as those anti-mountain, industrious mining exponents
oil wells in earth, but of rocks along those ways
of cattle on cattle weight paths
smelling the corn silage feed and viewing the grooming
those plains for grains to grow furrows
somehow visuals of dust winds or dust devil phantoms
the “des Plaines” of surreality
knowns and constants
and fences ever-so-pertinent to and of space-Time essences
communicating en voce‘ FREE Leonard then onto
citizen-Inspector no vices @ Pantex
protests of the storing nuclear annihilation
aggressor weapons, processes
often times they told me “pits” before being sent to R-Flats
industry inroads of countryside grotesque enterprised
i had hand painted my Van-1 & made my mileage a meagre din
then by 1988 Van-2, a replacement
for the same platitude of amplified “protest” while drive-Moving
and more painted expressions
upon the scoured & scraped then painted steel
but, these were memories of those secondhand essences put to
action 1973 thru 1983, when the “we-Boomer”
likening to building
bridges w.o. metals
what was their excuse for copping-out when
the roads were raised & graveled & plied wider
theirs was endemics of where the forest cutters should-have-been-at
some of those sleaze[1] to despotic oasis the minds of des plaines
the clear-cutters could cop-an-attitude so fast they’d invite my encounter
houses not-so-wantonly fire-hazards as wood-use-is
a happening yet checking us-out-for-demised aptitude, my treks by vans went to foot
along more aligned no gasoline allowed miles, and food needs daily subsequence
the indige-Amer informing voices, too disappeared
some very officious awaiting first comments presaged
to mind-Scape’s edges
onto poetry sessions
from Scottsbluff to Amarillo
and more miles driving or on worn socks feet
many months dehydrated and weeks longing
1962 thru 1982 an end to thermo-Nuclear buildups
for those mountains to be rockies
as the cottonwood’s plains had rivers to hike so freely
into protests at Pantex[2] processing plants of warheads
time and space again reconfigured by space & radiation
so much more each headspace entreaty pertaining
recognized as needing those killing-Wars
as reconfigured, by h-BOMbs building: the military
“exodus” the wanton time others spendt non-Peace: recognize’d
the waste from not-properly-stored realizable arrears
like those history contents of Carl Sagin’s study-Groups
on nuclear Winters’ who’s ears scorched an echo in resounding planet
contiguous configurations of human-deaths or of Life
and any conflagrations amassed none moreso than
the great Berkeley Hills-Piedmont 7-years later which
superceded “whatever” as theirs was a difference
commutations because ours was a method of communications
settled by the populous in contentious unsettled consciousness
not only not superior nor supra-precedent’s
but re-orienting monotony of wars-Killings
but overly protected formal placards stories and any or all
participations, not usurpations nor moralities of impertinence
in those stories against peace
the braggart’s tapered-off, when protests needed-to-be increasing
appeared as-persons-of knowing red-necked them back, too
then, afoot or driving back-now-turned and without
their petulance again, my own space-Time cosmic
to camp way-North of Amarillo, or not to have
to travel in ravines of days waiting
by-the roadway of roadsides in words-shared consciousness
and ergonomics in their efforts our socialized ways, only
dangling-Participles from ever over-wirked, minds
onto acquiesces transgressed-Remissions
my friends hearing all about remised, missions
accomplished, back in Boulder county coloradie
rewritten 2-24-10 © apeco by “R” Addison @ de-alert apartment
[1] Sleaze was every-where and yet the winds, missed not by musing
[2] the times in Amarillo were times w Texans–or texicans, since before mex-tex; many protests @ the
warhead assembly plant were fused w moviemaking living quarters—films of director Martin Scorsese–travel-travail hangouts to keep other geo-morphics knowing activists’ from becoming rednecks or truk-kor on-goings of transport & commerce; while, the gist of being arrested was not to have to come back, even that, too; all was forced upon me until one time in 1977 or ’78 when I was allowed to enter and I asked and they answered in such a frugal, but fruitless analysis “yes, super-bombs (being) built: here”! I hiked ‘palo duro‘ canyon before that became a state park—and, even since then, as well as the inset of hydrocarbon winters and yet, more hick language…