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nUkiEmOLE poems #3/ 10 May 2004 onward anti-NucleaR pilgrimages

nUkiEmOLE poems #3/ 10 May 2004
onward anti-NucleaR pilgrimages

and ever-upward we boomers to goad forth
into “space” for a balance w equilibrium in Time
the h-bombs enough to kill every-Body’s planet-Earth
or my own traipsing hikes of multiple miles, continent
over-the-plains where “buffalope” undulate-Hooves tread
grass-Lands w permits for the indigenous to camp w their own poverty
any-Think: perfect, perfected-Sciences and
ever-Pertinent tornado winds and therms
and my buddies to meet me as anti-warmongers
at the other end from Platteville CO
to the coloradie-Plains, for nebraska-Bluffs
and theirs, to protect whiles these ways from home: me
I’m your pet h-Bomb: Jacobins, write letter to me
then westward to U.S. 30 hiway, you understand
and leaving the truk-Stop after their
buying meals a cuppo-Cough, for me: free, water
hiking to visit many more silos’ w h-bommbs
beneath lids so replete on foot i was
refill told to keep, holding shade
seeking to see, seeking to learn isotopes by geiger-Counter
that i was asked to visit the silo
that blew it’s own lid in 1981—Ft. Smith AR,
no-One came w me, dudes/dudettes
in the questionable military, political, social aside
as those foot-trod measures upon biting fall snow’s
cold indifference besettled ways into hitch-Hike
behaviorally onto those southeast flowing
flatness expanse waters looking like creeks
called rivers for ancillary amenities of which direction
of the south-Platte river after two weeks the flow
of vigils w two separate anti-bomb groups
from plains north of bluffs west to bluffs
north again, and always on foot into
Scottsbluff: 1977 two-and-one-Half: weeks of hike
making social meetings indoors w groups
and religious or political-Leaders would did listen
i finally became known as ‘the radionucleides poet’
pronounced “rad-active” and lead isotope
protected from the sleaze-Innocuous: disease
and once again my trukkor-friends showed citizen
defense-League: stature, girdlies of support this
industry of nano-Technics: assumed, net-to-Change
and off they’d go toward hauling steel girders, no future
and tilt-up tresses of 40-50-60 feet lengths metal
as i’d have to hitch to wherever Van-1 parked
for civic duty to civil defense, into my myopic-Dysentery
when either go-on welfare and/or werk part-time, freeze
or to write these words in those niches of warmth
citizen coffee “writs” adumbrations-Haus
for a future of “pseudo-Cratic: social-Culture”
of coffee espresso and organic coffee to bring
haus-Reps purveyances to those prosaics they’ve learned
to practice those definitions of words, they’d forgotten
in some-one-else’s converted, once-was house
or wide-open: spaces is displaces from suburb-Slurb
farm-House of wind-Torn: paint’s OFF enterprise

written by “R” Addison, on-the-Road
(10-5-04 & 2-11-05 & 8-26-07)

Bio-sketch (2-27-16)…

I started into believing that I would be able to show my data and my photogRapHics in 1996. By 1998 I was learning computers would gain ascendant methods thru technics of programming for a future connected to data and information. That was nuclear-Molecular finding(s) to share and my personal-Activism w first account specifics and engendering(s).

As cameras went 'digital-Tech' I fond that editing was also to follow in 2004. Then, in 2005 my first digital camera had replaced usage(s) of s.l.r. 35 mm's. I have no mercy nor pity for the thieves who have stolen my hard werk, as anxiety of what I allowed was mid-stReam--anyway! Those asshole-Pukes have cost me $1,000's on a fixed income and I remain single, sole-Survivor of two-Families w.o. offspring!

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