Iolchan
06-21-2010, 11:01 PM
New, New Caledonia
I will soon be takin’ Orders !
I will soon be taking Orders:
For Hemp-bundles; males & females.
They are all pineapple-purples,
Grown taegither, as “hemp-bundles;”
Paired & happy, growin’ skywards…
Double-helixin' and spirallin'
- Bottom’s Falling out of Market ! –
Grow, ye Hempsters Now, these Hemp-pairs!
Seed the Valleys; May the Highlands,
With Hemp-bundles now be planted!
Let the Nouveau Bourgeois Barons
-And the syndicates CriminaLAnimalmens,
All gae back frae where’s they’se came!
Back into their dens and warrens,
Lairs and sewers, banks and alleys…
- Bottom’s Falling oute o’ Market !
Nae mair “Market Street," to booties!
Babylon, Alas, has Fallen!
Sea has swallowed all the Lowlands.
Even those of Humbolt & Mendocinie,
- All perished, Alas - Beneath the Sea;
All of the former Coastal Plain -
And there is little that remains
Which was below twelve hundred feet…
>In elevation, upon die Erde<
All swallowed, Alas, & Under the Sea
- The former, Western CALIFORNIA -
Leaving only Archipelagos,
Covered with Oaks and crowned with Firs,
- {The Happy Islands of the Blessed}…
All of which has come to be known
In future time, as a new home;
And also, Children, by a new name:
“New, New Caledonia.”
-Also a Movie, volks und yids!
“NEW, NEW CALEDONIA” @™,
Come & form ye cool Kibbutzies!
-Just so’as you’re knowin’
I, meself’s Now takin’ bids,
On these Here titles - takin’ BIDS!
-Bottom’s Fallin’ oute o’ Market!
Nae mair “Market Street” to booties!
“Wilshire Blvd.” - unter Wasser!
Just ye remember – “Lowlands shall Fall!”
Come Lads and Lassies to the Highlands
–{That’s Lads & Lassies o’ the Hee-lands!}
Come ye Uoop Into the Highlands,
Of Coast Range and the Sierras
For the Coast shall be forsasken –
Swept away of Tower and Shacken
All the ticky-tacky shacken
Swept away & unter Wasser’
Lowlands swallowed up by Ocean...
Central Valley, sunken down,
Into the Cavern of gone Oil;
Earth has opened and has swallowed
All the cities of the Valley;
Sunken down into a Chasm
Eight hundred miles in Latitude;
Fashioned by the Oil-mens’ greed.
And so the Sea did come to rise
and fast became a Wall of Water
Rushing in to fill the Void.*
Bottom’s falling oute o’ Market!
Shout it from ye Housetop-ains!
Shout it from the Hills and Mountains!
“Swallowed up is Coastal Plain!”
Woe onto the Lowland Cities
-All their Mirth, & All their ditties…
Fallen, into Pacific Sea;
Unpacific for a Dayieyee.
- Leavin’ Islands, in her wake,
Only Islands, on the Lea…
“Only Islands, on the Lea…,”
After God hast Spreckund-sie!
Sae come, one and all, with eyes to See,
Come on up, and come on down,
All the way to Sleepy Hollow.
Find ye shelter in the mountains
- Claim the Land, and dwell by fountains!
Take nae mair than Earth can spare thee:
Only Four Acres, per Family…
Just remember, “Four’s the Rule.”
Four Acres for the Married Fool –
Four Acres for the Married Weis;
Plant ye Hemp-Trees to the Skies:
Let them be for you as Meat;
Let them be for you to eat.
So shall your Gardens happy be…
Palaces of Eternity,
Green houses, wherein you may sleep…
Plant ye trees and Plant ye seedlings,
{Of Hemp-bundles, males & females}
Which shall be growin’ into Yearlings;
Fast as ye kin say ”Jack Robinson.”
- Build ye shelters like Yalapas,
That wintry Storms may not encompass;
So shall ye planten all your bundles
-All that ye yourself Assemble:
And Replant, upon this schedule:
“ Both Genders, sown in five gallon pots,
Eight inches apart, in ten gallon pots…”
-Ultimately, taegither, in Ha Eretz!
And let this be our Revolution:
Freeing Terra from Corporations;
Dwellin’ in her = as She’s Our’ns
As She was in past Millenias,
Bevor the white Man stole with guns
The Land that saw ten thousand suns
- Tierra saw ten thousand years;
Acorn eaters, on these Hills;
Familiar with each Nook and Rill…
Hunt with Arrows and with Spears…
So Let us live as Renaissance Folks
With a kind of Civilization
Children, that we can sustain,
In a Post-Carbon - Post Nuclear World
-All the Real benefits of Culture,
Rich Ancestral Memory, foster…
That we may Oursels preserve,
Lindisvarn-like; Ionan,
The Best that Vas in bevor-years..
Those with Vision; Those who bear Tears:
Hear Ye, Hear Ye, Come thee, Cam thee…
Find Yourself some Alpine Valley,
Mountain top, or crest of Hillye,
Up above the Coast’s subsidin’
Level at twelve hundred feet –
Throughout Western Californie..
“Sea be poundin; Earth be Shakin’
In One Day, tectonic plates be shifting’…
On the Day the” Big One” comes,
On the Day the “Big One” Comes!
Tidal Wave – A huge Tsunami
Shall Sweep ‘Frisco as a Rock,
Frisco won’t just Roll & Rock !
Los Angeles, well under Water;
Tidal Wave shall reach six hundred,
Splash the hills unto a Thousand,
Rushing in to fill the Valley;
Until the Chasm has been filled.
If you can buy Land, Well then, Bless Ye
Ne’er-the-less, Please, do Appear,
In some Dell =OR= in some Holler,
With your Organized Kraal!
Do not seize Land; Use Nae Weapons,
Simply Occupy, Like Gandhi;
Like the Saint, Mahatma Gandhi,
Peaceful-like: Timber Plantations,
BLM Land, Abandoned Stations;
Up above twelve hundred feet;
Dwell in lofty Reservations…
Dwell in Peace, Children, on Terrain
Stolen from the Homestead Main,
By the bloody Timber Corpos,
One Hundred Years Ago - and More,
- Thus ye may Reason in their Courts:
“This Land was Never the Timber Corps’
- Since they took it Fraudulently,
In Violation of ye Homestead Act…”
Ain’t no Army will come git thee,
{The Army's bogged down in Iraq;
Army's putting down Afghanis}
If You’re Dwellin’ In your Kraalsie:
Ain’t no Judge; downtown police station.,
Ain't no Civil or Criminal Court,
That can sunder what’s been taken,
From the People, once Restored…
Heaven help you; trust the LORD…
So I’m Sellin;’ So I’m Offering :
Sweet Hemp Bundles, for the Bidding
Bundles of ye Males & Girlsies:
Grown taegither, in ye Pairsies:
Plant them then, within your Gardens,
High up on the sides of Hillsies,
Up above the Brave New Shoreline:
{‘Round About twelve hundred feet;}
’Above the auld; Lost Coastal Shoreline,
Hills and Mountains, Soon be Islands,
Archipelago-like, Arising,
From the Wreckage of the Old,
Lost and Sundered’ CALIFORNIE
Come and Get ‘em, while’s I got ‘ems;
“You won’t find them in a Store.”
- Nor doth Nursery, Yet ‘Carry ‘em:
Forthwith, they shall grow, by Thousands.
In the Vales, and on the Rigs,
Marching Like Jehovah’s Armies,
In the Heavens, unto Judgment;
But for Now, Children, just Plant ‘em:
Heed the Call; & Wait on No Man…
Later, Ye May Watch them Growin’;
-Hand to Plow! Get thee to Sowin’
Get thee to Plantin’ these Hemp bundles;
Males & Females, Grown in Pairsies!
Up in Meadows; In wet dingles,
Up where streams begin to draw
Water from the Alpen talese,
Of the former “Coastal Range”,
Soon to become a host of Islands…
Watch them Grow, then, after Making,
Wired Shelters for their Keeping:
Wire them About, & make it stout,
Nae Deer, nor wild Boar Root them out.
Plant these Hemp-bundles in Fountains,
Upon the Rivulets; in Mountains…
Take some, Plant them in Your Gardens
Up above the Future Coastline,
Where ye may Dwell, as in Aforetime,
Skyward, double-helix twirling;
Ye may Watch, & ye may Lairn,’
Let these sweet Hemp-Bundles Bloom:
Nor Forsak them, then, at Harvest:
Murder Not, Nor Cut them Down then;
Only cull them of choice Budlets,
Only Harvest : “Leaves and Seedies;”
Build Yalapas over Hempies;
Let them be Perenialese.
Let the Growers frae their Cities
Be informed Now: “Come No More!”
Ye may Grow yer buds Indoors!
Let Trespassers Now be Asked:
“Would you Rather Eat –OR- Perish?
Hemp Shall soon become Our Bread;
Meal from Seeds, Shall make our Mead…
Hemp-Fiber shall weave our Thread
“Do not Raid our Fountains’ Boxen,
Like Nat Bingham’s, that bore Salmon.”
Like the Lofty Piedmont Hempies,
By River-bridge in West Virginie;
Hemp was made to make a Stand,
Forest-like, upon the Land.
Let your Hemp-bundles become Trees;
Let This Wonder-Plant be Free;
Let them Grow & Multiply;
Allow the Pairs to Multiplee…
Upon the Islands of the Sea…
Grow, ye Hempsters, Now, these hemp-pairs
Seed the Highlands, Alpen Valleys,
Grow ye Hemp-trees frae which seedlin’s
May come Forth, a-creepin,’ breedin’.
Like some wild East Indian forest,
In Kerala or old Punjab.
[Trek ye there, if ye should doubt it]
There are woods of Hemp forever
That are growing over Acres,
- Over miles of lush Green jungles;
Forests that have grown forever -
Or since Fire or Flood last shook ‘em…
Tales of hemp-woods Now, are Legend,
-Also Real, and not Imagined;
As Real as laws of Botany…
And as the former, hinder Sea…
So may we a New start makin’
Even before the Quake be shakin;’
Plant Hemp now; seed mountain Rivers,
{At the Sources of the Rivers}
So may we, of New, New Caledonia,
{ Wha’s left of Western California,}
Rescue a Remnant frae Desolation,
{And save as well, Civilization…}
So come up into the Highlands, Be,
Above the shore of Future Sea,
-And grow ye Hemp and live. Be free….
So let us plant Now, these Hemp trees,
For tae feed us, whan we’re needy,
We wha shall’ Alas, be survivin’
Aftershocks, Tectonic Jivin’
- We who are Alive in Mountains
->After all the Coast’s subsiding<-
After Tidal wave be stoppin,’
Lo, and it has done it’s boppin;’
- And Tsunami Wave has crest,
Alas, and it has done it’s best,
Sweeping the once & former Coastline,
Off the Map, into a ghost-line
Of what was formerly, called “Coast-line.”
Central Valley, become a Sea,
Lowland Cities, Memory…
And so, sad Lowlanders, be Knowin’
Not only must ye all be Growin’
Hemp-trees, paired into Hemp-bundles;
But ye must also be a-movin’
Up above the New Coast’s line,
-Up to an Altitude sublime,
While there’s still Will; and while there’s Time.
- Bottom’s Falling out of Market –
“Market Street” shall see fish feeding…
Sharks on loan-sharks shall be feeding.
Hemp is, after all, good Eatin’
So come to where you may be eatin’…
Above the Once and Future Sea;
‘Way up, above the shallow Sea
That shall be our New, New Coastline,
Of New, New Caledonia;
Sovereign State, Archipelago.
{Coastal Cities, under water,
Ruins, rubble; people slaughtered.}
Come up to New, New Caledonia
Sovereign State, Archipelago,
Remnant, Remains, & High Country,
of former Western CALIFORNIE…
Sovereign de Nova and de Jure,
Since what is yet to come has Being,
E’en as the Tree is in the seedling,
So may the Remnant Happy be –
For I, Saith God, the Living Tree,
Shall in you dwell, & in you be-
So shall you dwell, that do remain
In the Realm of the old Oak range,
{Above the former, Coastal Plain,}
And I shall Plant you – in the Land
That were not slain when Once the Sea,
Rose mighty, from his Nether room,
And shook, abroad, his forked Spoon!
I shall plant you: And you shall hear
My Voice Again; I shall be Near
Unto the Remnant of My flock;
Who dwell on high, within the Rock:
I shall lead them; they shall follow
‘Til they find some “Sleepy Hollow”,
In some Hollow in the Hilles,
Nestled ‘mongst the rigs and rills…
I shall Salve you, Heal you, Feed you…
And raise, for you, a Plant of Renown…
Both Food and Cloth, when cities drown.
And so sad Ladies o’ das Lowlands
-And ye, sad Gentlemen, beside ‘ems,
I will soon be takin’Orders
For Hemp-bundles, males & females.
They are all pineapple-purples,
Grown taegither, as hemp-bundles;
Paired & happy, growin’ skywards…
- Bottom’s Falling out of Market ! –
Grow, ye Hempsters Now, these Hemp-pairs!
Seed the Valleys; May the Highlands,
With Hemp-bundles now be planted!
Let the Nouveau Bourgeois Barons
-And the syndicates CriminaLAnimalmens,
All gae back frae where’s they’se came!
Bottom’s Falling Oute O’ Market!
“Market Street” is under Water!
Shout it from Ye Housetop-ains!
Shout it from the Hills and Mountains!
Go, Ye Hempsters, Plant Hemp Bundles;
Seed the Highlands, Plant the Valleys…
This is called “ Hemp Liberation”
{For those Questionin’ my Vocation}
I’se “Talkin’ ‘bout “Hemp Liberation.”
-Bible Quote:“To You it shall be for Meat, “
(Daily Bread, and Winter Sweet )
Mixed with Ghee & pure ol’ Honey;
Makin’ Butter-Honey Ghee..
Unto you It shall be for Food:
-And You’ll Know that God is Gude,
After all the Shakin’s Done,
And You’se livin’ in de Kingdom,
Upon the tops of de Mountaines...
And the Coin of the Realm,
Shall be Butter-Honey Ghee.
* [The subtext, and premise of this oeuvre, is a story the author heard, while hitch-hiking, from a saavy Sacramento businessman, back in 1970. He said, that since 1900, so much Oil had been pumped out of the Central Valley, that an immense cavern, over five hundred feet deep, a hundred miles wide, and eight hundred miles long, had come into being. "We are living on borrowed time," he opined. "An eight-point, plus earthquake could make the whole Valley sink, hundreds of feet, into this Cavern."]
Obviously, in the last forty years since 1970, a great deal more oil has been removed from under the Valley, and said Cavern has grown far deeper.
I will soon be takin’ Orders !
I will soon be taking Orders:
For Hemp-bundles; males & females.
They are all pineapple-purples,
Grown taegither, as “hemp-bundles;”
Paired & happy, growin’ skywards…
Double-helixin' and spirallin'
- Bottom’s Falling out of Market ! –
Grow, ye Hempsters Now, these Hemp-pairs!
Seed the Valleys; May the Highlands,
With Hemp-bundles now be planted!
Let the Nouveau Bourgeois Barons
-And the syndicates CriminaLAnimalmens,
All gae back frae where’s they’se came!
Back into their dens and warrens,
Lairs and sewers, banks and alleys…
- Bottom’s Falling oute o’ Market !
Nae mair “Market Street," to booties!
Babylon, Alas, has Fallen!
Sea has swallowed all the Lowlands.
Even those of Humbolt & Mendocinie,
- All perished, Alas - Beneath the Sea;
All of the former Coastal Plain -
And there is little that remains
Which was below twelve hundred feet…
>In elevation, upon die Erde<
All swallowed, Alas, & Under the Sea
- The former, Western CALIFORNIA -
Leaving only Archipelagos,
Covered with Oaks and crowned with Firs,
- {The Happy Islands of the Blessed}…
All of which has come to be known
In future time, as a new home;
And also, Children, by a new name:
“New, New Caledonia.”
-Also a Movie, volks und yids!
“NEW, NEW CALEDONIA” @™,
Come & form ye cool Kibbutzies!
-Just so’as you’re knowin’
I, meself’s Now takin’ bids,
On these Here titles - takin’ BIDS!
-Bottom’s Fallin’ oute o’ Market!
Nae mair “Market Street” to booties!
“Wilshire Blvd.” - unter Wasser!
Just ye remember – “Lowlands shall Fall!”
Come Lads and Lassies to the Highlands
–{That’s Lads & Lassies o’ the Hee-lands!}
Come ye Uoop Into the Highlands,
Of Coast Range and the Sierras
For the Coast shall be forsasken –
Swept away of Tower and Shacken
All the ticky-tacky shacken
Swept away & unter Wasser’
Lowlands swallowed up by Ocean...
Central Valley, sunken down,
Into the Cavern of gone Oil;
Earth has opened and has swallowed
All the cities of the Valley;
Sunken down into a Chasm
Eight hundred miles in Latitude;
Fashioned by the Oil-mens’ greed.
And so the Sea did come to rise
and fast became a Wall of Water
Rushing in to fill the Void.*
Bottom’s falling oute o’ Market!
Shout it from ye Housetop-ains!
Shout it from the Hills and Mountains!
“Swallowed up is Coastal Plain!”
Woe onto the Lowland Cities
-All their Mirth, & All their ditties…
Fallen, into Pacific Sea;
Unpacific for a Dayieyee.
- Leavin’ Islands, in her wake,
Only Islands, on the Lea…
“Only Islands, on the Lea…,”
After God hast Spreckund-sie!
Sae come, one and all, with eyes to See,
Come on up, and come on down,
All the way to Sleepy Hollow.
Find ye shelter in the mountains
- Claim the Land, and dwell by fountains!
Take nae mair than Earth can spare thee:
Only Four Acres, per Family…
Just remember, “Four’s the Rule.”
Four Acres for the Married Fool –
Four Acres for the Married Weis;
Plant ye Hemp-Trees to the Skies:
Let them be for you as Meat;
Let them be for you to eat.
So shall your Gardens happy be…
Palaces of Eternity,
Green houses, wherein you may sleep…
Plant ye trees and Plant ye seedlings,
{Of Hemp-bundles, males & females}
Which shall be growin’ into Yearlings;
Fast as ye kin say ”Jack Robinson.”
- Build ye shelters like Yalapas,
That wintry Storms may not encompass;
So shall ye planten all your bundles
-All that ye yourself Assemble:
And Replant, upon this schedule:
“ Both Genders, sown in five gallon pots,
Eight inches apart, in ten gallon pots…”
-Ultimately, taegither, in Ha Eretz!
And let this be our Revolution:
Freeing Terra from Corporations;
Dwellin’ in her = as She’s Our’ns
As She was in past Millenias,
Bevor the white Man stole with guns
The Land that saw ten thousand suns
- Tierra saw ten thousand years;
Acorn eaters, on these Hills;
Familiar with each Nook and Rill…
Hunt with Arrows and with Spears…
So Let us live as Renaissance Folks
With a kind of Civilization
Children, that we can sustain,
In a Post-Carbon - Post Nuclear World
-All the Real benefits of Culture,
Rich Ancestral Memory, foster…
That we may Oursels preserve,
Lindisvarn-like; Ionan,
The Best that Vas in bevor-years..
Those with Vision; Those who bear Tears:
Hear Ye, Hear Ye, Come thee, Cam thee…
Find Yourself some Alpine Valley,
Mountain top, or crest of Hillye,
Up above the Coast’s subsidin’
Level at twelve hundred feet –
Throughout Western Californie..
“Sea be poundin; Earth be Shakin’
In One Day, tectonic plates be shifting’…
On the Day the” Big One” comes,
On the Day the “Big One” Comes!
Tidal Wave – A huge Tsunami
Shall Sweep ‘Frisco as a Rock,
Frisco won’t just Roll & Rock !
Los Angeles, well under Water;
Tidal Wave shall reach six hundred,
Splash the hills unto a Thousand,
Rushing in to fill the Valley;
Until the Chasm has been filled.
If you can buy Land, Well then, Bless Ye
Ne’er-the-less, Please, do Appear,
In some Dell =OR= in some Holler,
With your Organized Kraal!
Do not seize Land; Use Nae Weapons,
Simply Occupy, Like Gandhi;
Like the Saint, Mahatma Gandhi,
Peaceful-like: Timber Plantations,
BLM Land, Abandoned Stations;
Up above twelve hundred feet;
Dwell in lofty Reservations…
Dwell in Peace, Children, on Terrain
Stolen from the Homestead Main,
By the bloody Timber Corpos,
One Hundred Years Ago - and More,
- Thus ye may Reason in their Courts:
“This Land was Never the Timber Corps’
- Since they took it Fraudulently,
In Violation of ye Homestead Act…”
Ain’t no Army will come git thee,
{The Army's bogged down in Iraq;
Army's putting down Afghanis}
If You’re Dwellin’ In your Kraalsie:
Ain’t no Judge; downtown police station.,
Ain't no Civil or Criminal Court,
That can sunder what’s been taken,
From the People, once Restored…
Heaven help you; trust the LORD…
So I’m Sellin;’ So I’m Offering :
Sweet Hemp Bundles, for the Bidding
Bundles of ye Males & Girlsies:
Grown taegither, in ye Pairsies:
Plant them then, within your Gardens,
High up on the sides of Hillsies,
Up above the Brave New Shoreline:
{‘Round About twelve hundred feet;}
’Above the auld; Lost Coastal Shoreline,
Hills and Mountains, Soon be Islands,
Archipelago-like, Arising,
From the Wreckage of the Old,
Lost and Sundered’ CALIFORNIE
Come and Get ‘em, while’s I got ‘ems;
“You won’t find them in a Store.”
- Nor doth Nursery, Yet ‘Carry ‘em:
Forthwith, they shall grow, by Thousands.
In the Vales, and on the Rigs,
Marching Like Jehovah’s Armies,
In the Heavens, unto Judgment;
But for Now, Children, just Plant ‘em:
Heed the Call; & Wait on No Man…
Later, Ye May Watch them Growin’;
-Hand to Plow! Get thee to Sowin’
Get thee to Plantin’ these Hemp bundles;
Males & Females, Grown in Pairsies!
Up in Meadows; In wet dingles,
Up where streams begin to draw
Water from the Alpen talese,
Of the former “Coastal Range”,
Soon to become a host of Islands…
Watch them Grow, then, after Making,
Wired Shelters for their Keeping:
Wire them About, & make it stout,
Nae Deer, nor wild Boar Root them out.
Plant these Hemp-bundles in Fountains,
Upon the Rivulets; in Mountains…
Take some, Plant them in Your Gardens
Up above the Future Coastline,
Where ye may Dwell, as in Aforetime,
Skyward, double-helix twirling;
Ye may Watch, & ye may Lairn,’
Let these sweet Hemp-Bundles Bloom:
Nor Forsak them, then, at Harvest:
Murder Not, Nor Cut them Down then;
Only cull them of choice Budlets,
Only Harvest : “Leaves and Seedies;”
Build Yalapas over Hempies;
Let them be Perenialese.
Let the Growers frae their Cities
Be informed Now: “Come No More!”
Ye may Grow yer buds Indoors!
Let Trespassers Now be Asked:
“Would you Rather Eat –OR- Perish?
Hemp Shall soon become Our Bread;
Meal from Seeds, Shall make our Mead…
Hemp-Fiber shall weave our Thread
“Do not Raid our Fountains’ Boxen,
Like Nat Bingham’s, that bore Salmon.”
Like the Lofty Piedmont Hempies,
By River-bridge in West Virginie;
Hemp was made to make a Stand,
Forest-like, upon the Land.
Let your Hemp-bundles become Trees;
Let This Wonder-Plant be Free;
Let them Grow & Multiply;
Allow the Pairs to Multiplee…
Upon the Islands of the Sea…
Grow, ye Hempsters, Now, these hemp-pairs
Seed the Highlands, Alpen Valleys,
Grow ye Hemp-trees frae which seedlin’s
May come Forth, a-creepin,’ breedin’.
Like some wild East Indian forest,
In Kerala or old Punjab.
[Trek ye there, if ye should doubt it]
There are woods of Hemp forever
That are growing over Acres,
- Over miles of lush Green jungles;
Forests that have grown forever -
Or since Fire or Flood last shook ‘em…
Tales of hemp-woods Now, are Legend,
-Also Real, and not Imagined;
As Real as laws of Botany…
And as the former, hinder Sea…
So may we a New start makin’
Even before the Quake be shakin;’
Plant Hemp now; seed mountain Rivers,
{At the Sources of the Rivers}
So may we, of New, New Caledonia,
{ Wha’s left of Western California,}
Rescue a Remnant frae Desolation,
{And save as well, Civilization…}
So come up into the Highlands, Be,
Above the shore of Future Sea,
-And grow ye Hemp and live. Be free….
So let us plant Now, these Hemp trees,
For tae feed us, whan we’re needy,
We wha shall’ Alas, be survivin’
Aftershocks, Tectonic Jivin’
- We who are Alive in Mountains
->After all the Coast’s subsiding<-
After Tidal wave be stoppin,’
Lo, and it has done it’s boppin;’
- And Tsunami Wave has crest,
Alas, and it has done it’s best,
Sweeping the once & former Coastline,
Off the Map, into a ghost-line
Of what was formerly, called “Coast-line.”
Central Valley, become a Sea,
Lowland Cities, Memory…
And so, sad Lowlanders, be Knowin’
Not only must ye all be Growin’
Hemp-trees, paired into Hemp-bundles;
But ye must also be a-movin’
Up above the New Coast’s line,
-Up to an Altitude sublime,
While there’s still Will; and while there’s Time.
- Bottom’s Falling out of Market –
“Market Street” shall see fish feeding…
Sharks on loan-sharks shall be feeding.
Hemp is, after all, good Eatin’
So come to where you may be eatin’…
Above the Once and Future Sea;
‘Way up, above the shallow Sea
That shall be our New, New Coastline,
Of New, New Caledonia;
Sovereign State, Archipelago.
{Coastal Cities, under water,
Ruins, rubble; people slaughtered.}
Come up to New, New Caledonia
Sovereign State, Archipelago,
Remnant, Remains, & High Country,
of former Western CALIFORNIE…
Sovereign de Nova and de Jure,
Since what is yet to come has Being,
E’en as the Tree is in the seedling,
So may the Remnant Happy be –
For I, Saith God, the Living Tree,
Shall in you dwell, & in you be-
So shall you dwell, that do remain
In the Realm of the old Oak range,
{Above the former, Coastal Plain,}
And I shall Plant you – in the Land
That were not slain when Once the Sea,
Rose mighty, from his Nether room,
And shook, abroad, his forked Spoon!
I shall plant you: And you shall hear
My Voice Again; I shall be Near
Unto the Remnant of My flock;
Who dwell on high, within the Rock:
I shall lead them; they shall follow
‘Til they find some “Sleepy Hollow”,
In some Hollow in the Hilles,
Nestled ‘mongst the rigs and rills…
I shall Salve you, Heal you, Feed you…
And raise, for you, a Plant of Renown…
Both Food and Cloth, when cities drown.
And so sad Ladies o’ das Lowlands
-And ye, sad Gentlemen, beside ‘ems,
I will soon be takin’Orders
For Hemp-bundles, males & females.
They are all pineapple-purples,
Grown taegither, as hemp-bundles;
Paired & happy, growin’ skywards…
- Bottom’s Falling out of Market ! –
Grow, ye Hempsters Now, these Hemp-pairs!
Seed the Valleys; May the Highlands,
With Hemp-bundles now be planted!
Let the Nouveau Bourgeois Barons
-And the syndicates CriminaLAnimalmens,
All gae back frae where’s they’se came!
Bottom’s Falling Oute O’ Market!
“Market Street” is under Water!
Shout it from Ye Housetop-ains!
Shout it from the Hills and Mountains!
Go, Ye Hempsters, Plant Hemp Bundles;
Seed the Highlands, Plant the Valleys…
This is called “ Hemp Liberation”
{For those Questionin’ my Vocation}
I’se “Talkin’ ‘bout “Hemp Liberation.”
-Bible Quote:“To You it shall be for Meat, “
(Daily Bread, and Winter Sweet )
Mixed with Ghee & pure ol’ Honey;
Makin’ Butter-Honey Ghee..
Unto you It shall be for Food:
-And You’ll Know that God is Gude,
After all the Shakin’s Done,
And You’se livin’ in de Kingdom,
Upon the tops of de Mountaines...
And the Coin of the Realm,
Shall be Butter-Honey Ghee.
* [The subtext, and premise of this oeuvre, is a story the author heard, while hitch-hiking, from a saavy Sacramento businessman, back in 1970. He said, that since 1900, so much Oil had been pumped out of the Central Valley, that an immense cavern, over five hundred feet deep, a hundred miles wide, and eight hundred miles long, had come into being. "We are living on borrowed time," he opined. "An eight-point, plus earthquake could make the whole Valley sink, hundreds of feet, into this Cavern."]
Obviously, in the last forty years since 1970, a great deal more oil has been removed from under the Valley, and said Cavern has grown far deeper.