Blinding Dog

Blinding Dog
was the fastest skier

he alone was chosen
to fight off the enemies
in my dream

I can't remember
who the enemies were

Innermost

independent
of all playthings
lies nothing

awareness rests
on the all-possible
emptiness and freedom
from which all things arise

such is the realm
of possibility

Ready, Set, Go

eliminate all questions
resolve all mysteries
build great certainties and
establish your market share

Mistake Not

a bag of cheetos
can ruin your life

Race, Human

stand up
step forward
good
now
associate self
with this name
that we repeat
good
now
associate self
with this behavior
all around you
good
now
be accountable
learn shame
narrow behavior
learn blame
good
now
pass it on

Gloating Goat

there you are again
holding a losing idea
like it's a winning number
waving a simple truth
like a flag and gloating
at having mastered
the obvious

Painted One

what are you waiting for, poised there,
like a parrot with a confused agenda?
whose will are you waiting for?
to sieze you--possess you--
Is it not your own?

how much paint will be needed
before you attract YOURSELF?
how many empty white horses
will mock you?

The Nine Muses

the nine muses
are an unhappy lot

carving curious faces
out of bone fragments
to keep us wondering

The Infinite

the infinite cannot find itself
because it never happened
the infinite cannot
write sentences just because
the infinite gets sloppy
over the details
wouldn't you?
or maybe the infinite
doesn't get sloppy
let's say the infinite
is "ever so"
I like "ever so"
you like "ever so"?
the infinite is whatever
the infinite is
and said
"shit, I can do
better than that"
and with that
she went out
and absorbed himself
entirely

His Fear of Life

his fear of his life
has split him in two--
into a dillemma--
a flip-flop between--

1. feeling good
or
2. feeling bad
about feeling good

High Coo #91

'Nothing is Arbitrary'
he wrote on a scrap of paper
wondering if it was really
meant to be

Encouragement

you have it
as much as
anyone does
believe us!
you mean that
when I say that to me

Mirror Glances

my fear dances
the only way it can
with ideas, words, arguments,
justifications, perspectives,
and glances in the mirror
that seem to go on forever

In the Dark

as far as I can tell
there is only one person
who can put you in the dark
and only one person
who can keep you there

Young Woman

her biology-experiment of a body
was like every other its age
with only her dreams to answer to

Curiosity

she performed
a deep curiosity
pencil in mouth
out and in again
drawing attention
knowing exactly
with heart pounding
the nevers
that others
ever mistake
for possibility

There's No Beating the Heart

why do you suppose
that every understanding
prior to a real understanding
feels like something
to impose on others?

Possibility is Freedom

and space is abundance
freedom to create
freedom to choose
what to create at every turn

this infinite well of options is mind
is emptiness of mind
is openess to vision
openess to inspiration
openess to world view
openess to imagelessness and quiet
openess to acceptance of eternity

possibility has no lasting idea
of what is possible
the memory lives in the dimension
of prevailing likelihoods

These Problems

these problems would be
extended and so become
a part of successive moment
should they be invested in

Grid Work

City ordinance dictates:
"No trees shall bud
before this Friday"

Officers stand nearby
sporting equipment—
ready to hack away
at any untimely
sign of spring
should nature
defy policy

Born Thinker

even the idea
that there is someone
who comes up with ideas
is just filler for empty space

empty space is shared
until responsibility
is divided up

then we all become free
to imagine the worst
in "others"

Subtle Tender

motive
is an injury
to the spirit

Divine Energy

whatever eternally drives me
carries no opposition
and expects none

and by the way
I'm not the other half
of whatever it is
you are doing

Training

the mind is absolute empty space
for configuring outlook
with no particulars dictated
the vision of what is to be limited
only by the adopted view

having a point of view
is all contamination
based upon past—
a defender—
a response—
a witness FOR anything

trained by my past to expect
the worst, this frees me
to reconfigure
(if configured at all)
for the most positive
in self and others
regardless of habitual evidence

All of One

it's the only one that is
and it's sometimes small
and it's sometimes big
and it's sometimes fast
and it's sometimes reaching out
and it's sometimes quiet
and it's sometimes simple
and it's sometimes complicated
but it's always the same

Resistance

(electrically, physically, emotionally)
is nature's way of saying
"this is an important pattern, dude"

Certainly,

I can make the future
happen any time

but there's
only one
opportunity
for the present

Expanse

the empty space inside me
is so simple and pure
that I want it
to get bigger

Nothing

is the realization
of all opposites

The Heart is an Organ of Fire

I’m not looking into any future
for permission to be aflame

I’m not in negotiation with others
for some eventually condoned
internal combustion or right to burn

I’ve got all best interests aligned
come talk to me and you’ll see
the right thing is being done

You only smell defiance
because you
haven’t found the center
(yet you still want everything
to go through you)

short cuts
require a line
and love is a point

a point
that never needs
to make itself

Mantra Neck

life one purpose has
to be experienced
in all its glory
at fits and starts
minds full of motives
a narrower scope
most human beings

Merry So Rosy

beware the unresolved strings
of value-seeking thought-trains
beautiful for what they seek
yet endless in the droning
not so merry-go-round

Break the Chains

break the links
between the pictures
that line up together
in order to build something&

in order to reveal something
in order to prove something
to the knower
who knows
all knowing
without it

Ring Roses

your consciousness and its
pre-occupation— its investment
in ideas that link together
to form a perpetual train
that rings around and around
the actual rose— the one rose
missing it altogether

Non-Doing #752

I am not a sailor
I needn't plot a course

I am not a point on a map
I needn't find any coordinates
coordinates can find themselves

Constitution

a series of interpreted events
do not constitute a life

life cannot be constituted
it can not be grown
or even have a beginning
it can not be made of anything

its passage is not a "going through"
but more an "experience of"
expressing itself as "nature"
something we call
"personality"

all creators creatures have them

Me No Event

I am not a
collection of actions
that fall in line
behind all that
has ever happened
in order to
make sense

as a matter of fact
I've never been what I am

I've never happened
believe me, this is true
I would have noticed
the moment all this
became an event

I've Never Happened

believe me, this is true
I would have noticed
the moment all this
became an event

Up Tightest

a harder line is always taken
when identity is unclear
for non-existant boundaries
require the most diligent watch

Stupid People

the strangest thing
about stupid people
is how they have it
all figured out

Zero Eight

why be defensive?
there's nothing to defend
and nobody to defend it
(when last it was checked
by the attempt
to be other than)

The Old Crew

it appears that the boys
with sticks and sirens
are running out of breath

Zen

one witness
is as good as any

Mind over Heart

the mind is a blockage in the heart
a mis-mirrored projection
of conflicting light waves&
an accidental habit
caught bargaining with itself
over something that doesn't exist

Absurdity of Motive

man with glasses
end of nose
facing me
book in hand
larger man
intimidating
crippled with intention
slow motion agenda

I recall the absence of time
I remember the non-existence of division
I see the futility in future and purpose
I sense the absurdity of motive
and am set free
from his would-be mighty glance

ING ING

broken red-eyed pigeon—
wabbling
sad-eyed fully functioning woman—
walking
crooked pigeon-scooping tree branch—
waiting
now in the hands of sad-eyed woman—
walking
walking trapese act—
becoming
walking slowly steady sadly—
walking
out of the busy street without touching—
comforting
older reasonably well functioning male poet—
consoling

High Coo #85

"Your softness is sacred—
sacred and divine"
(he imagined standing in line
to tell the teen-aged girl)

The Unlovely

the unlovely prevail and hover
ready to pounce on a lover
a lover rarely doubting
so hungry they are
for these moments
few and far between
for what they
so confusedly glean
ignoring the obvious math
mistaking predominant trust
as a closed door

Glamour Lesson

this woman is so boring
she has two eyes, two eyebrows
hair just so, a pair of lips
everything you'd expect

Hey Monsoon-Head,

why interpret likelihoods
along a path you'll never take?
why get involved emotionally
when you can see
the dead-end from here?

Narrow Mind Denial

"'this isn't how I pictured it
it must be a crime scene

the problem I'm having
is practically law
I can back it up
with scripture
the narrow view I share
with countless others

you must be breaking a law
it's the only explanation for
the problem I'm having

one thing is certain
it can't be me"

Eternal Rest

resolve all future now
pull from "tommorow"
into "today"
pull from "today"
into "now"

enough
-----------
stop pulling

Yes Yes

there is no context
just a living text

Since When

reciprocation
is not in the cards

Torti

the other
and
the future
are
the same
both
are
projections

Plainly Seen

there's a loophole
in your niceness

Fire Works

and so I watch you burn
for an understanding
that only burning
can create

Ouroboros

by the time you finish
making your point
it will be the same
as everyone elses

Coffee Shop Scuffle

I'm taking down
human foibles in detail
I must have only now
reached yours

Hmph Geez

why do you suppose
they call it
govern mental?

Checklist

what's missing?
is it that feeling
that something
is missing?
no, that's there

that must be everything

Dear Policy Holder,

(with your stars and your stripes)

if you think you are checking up on me
you are wrong, so know this—
your are actually looking for permission
to stop checking up on yourself
and for good reason

Half Forgotten

a wooden chair
alone in a coffee shop
can feel the heat
from the wall
only inches away

the chair whispers passionately—
"Pay attention dammit,
this is all the lovemaking we get"

the wall remarks politely—
"Ever so sorry my dear,
I’d forgotten anyone was here"

High Coo #612

my real parents
are curiosity and mirth

So Called Death

when all this goes
I'll still be here
to comfort myself
as grief occurs
over my absence

Pacifier #12

you must hate it—
getting fucked
like there's
no tommorow
I can tell by the way
you pull your pants up
and your shirt down
so that there's friction
along your nipples
you and your
sweet denial

Some Body

I'll leave you behind
he said to his body
as if it were a child
and went soaring
into the likelihood
of alien life
or into the life
of alien likelihood
to tell you the truth
can't remember

Her Own Labotomy

she performed
her own labotomy
when she stepped
at fourteen
into her
biological inheritance
a tight round ass
firm eloquent tits
a permanent pout
where lips belong
she never knew what hit her
now she's turning fifty-two
and parades around in skirts
that embarass
even the most
compassionate

Coffee Shop Regular

she spread her legs
as if she was
turning a corner and
heading some place new
hmph– yeah– funny–
I remember
scratching my ear once
and ending up in Chicago

Travel Lesson

don't ever expect
from thinking
to return
to eternity
(non-thinking)
with anything
more useful

Sad Sad

dear 3-piece suit
and your guttersnipe of a psyche,

natural life is not at your disposal
you don't control anything
you are a sad sad circus act
speaking in tumble weeds
drying fruit on trees
with a single glance

for my future
you would have me
get in line
to get included
and pay you now
for an uncertain
tommorow

rots of ruck

Heavy Leaves

this poem is like a confession
for it draws up everything
you ever felt shame about
and reminds you
that forgiveness
was invented
for this purpose alone--

making feathers of heavy leaves
and a present moment
that you can wear
like brand new clothes

Significant Point

if you want to make
a really significant point
then be ever so quiet
and it will make itself

I Saw a Christian Bird

it was obvious
the little creature
had pledged
an allegiance
to the holy spirit

You and Your Cell Phone

I see you walking
back and forth
on the sidewalk
in your pajamas
talking to Scotty or Spock
or someone
about something . . .
and I think
about your offspring . . .

I think hard about your offspring

and my inner goddess
winces and frets
and then I look again
and I see you still
walking back and forth
on the sidewalk
in your pajamas
talking to Lieutenant Uhura
or Captain Kirk or someone
about something . . .
and I think
about your offspring . . .

I think hard about your offspring

and then I think about
natural selection

Sex is Just Enough, He Said

just enough to keep me interested
in what I don't already know
just enough to get me excited
about what I've forgotten
just enough to keep me
from my forgetting
just enough to have me begetting
and remembering a beginning

A Few Notes on Possibility

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Careful

careful, he says
you have audienced
audienced I asked
yes he says
even now as we speak
you have performed
and await applause
and you will have it
or the other
the other I asked
the booing and hissing
he said
oh I said
so don't audience
don't perform

and then
just as suddenly
he dissapeared

I Feel for Everyone

though they should
(and do)
feel for themselves
I feel for everyone
what I mean is...
I love everyone
what I mean is...
I love the one
that is everyone
what I mean is...
I love myself
though I appear
in everyone and am
at times
quite...
ugly
disturbed
foul-smelling
violently neurotic
and spend
most of my time
struggling
for that same love

Important Burger

I saw an
ancient holy man
with beard
leathered face
wet eyes
eating a hamburger
as if my life
depended on it

you know it does

Golden Sagitarius Boy

my eight year old son
speaks of Pavarti
and her elephant child
my heaven cracks
to make Rumi for
my son's glory
riding six white horses
and eight tiny reindeer
with an umbrella heart
and all his many antics

Even the Wicked Witch

(of the West)

likes her puppy
warm and wet
craves entertainment
and the pounding candle
above her eyes
her tulips squeezed
(and licked)
breathes heavily
moans
takes incredibly fulfilling knee bends
and likes Hollendaise sauce
all over her New York eggs

Eloquent Agenda

whatever
I had in mind
I lose it
now and again
oh lord
it is your tits
that remind me
pointing the way to a
marching hard-on—
to a passenger train
oops
too much momentum
off the tracks
killing several hundred
not so innocent people

Forgiveness

there is forgiveness
in the very skin of woman
it breathes there
smells of distant children
speaks of universes to come

so don't
misunderstand
the thigh made-ins
the hand made-ins
the ear-lobe made-ins
the lock-of-hair made-ins

they all wait upon
their goddess's eyes
and find allegiance to the
one forgiving Mother there

this forgiveness
can never be destroyed
despite the eternal beating
it takes
it still gives

Mostly Here

I want to feel
that I have done
all that I can
when I know
already
that I won't

With Holding Patterns

you’ve got every plane
waiting in the skies
they are beginning
to drop like flies
surely there is
somewhere
we can all land
I have heard of a field
they call “forgiveness”
it borders on “trust”
and lies just beyond the hills
of your “deliberation”

All One

you are the one who
and I am the one who
and we are the ones that
and they are the ones which
and she is very likely to
and he is the type that
(believe me, I've noticed)
and I'll bet you anything still
and promise the both of us
everything to fulfill

Thank You Note

sometimes...
when I scratch myself
I feel that someone else
has comforted me
and I am grateful
for whosoever it was
that first thought
of warmth

Circumscribing the Universe

circumscribing the universe
is the same as finding the center of all
where dust motes gather
to undiscuss the philosophy of sound
the geometry of emptiness
and the purity of each stillborn necessity
as well as its forty-second cousin
once removed and placed before the
altered in the nick of time

The Great Un-Necessary

the great un-necessary
provides all there is
and carries
the single heart of eternity
into yesterday's formlessness
and tommorow's illusion
of a needed plenty

and I watch this pen
making strange marks
that nobody
will ever
read

The Heart of All Things

when I am at the heart
of all things—
in the clarity there
when I am at the heart
of all things—
past present and future
when I am at the heart
of all things—
I AM all things
for there is only
one heart—
room for everything
and nothing at all
for there's no room necessary
to house the houseless
space and time
are fabrications of vastness—
nothing there is that's necessary
inclusion occurs by letting go
not by gathering and holding
inclusion means opening the heart
to the circumference-less disposition
of every perspective
and nuance possible

At The Café (IX)

cute bouncing-as-he-walks dog
investigates chair
investigates sidewalk
investigates fallen tree
investigates railroad track
pisses on railroad track
lifts head to give attention
(as a variety of scents
fight over his instincts)
he follows one

the cool brisk air
invigorates his little lungs
he finds his master and
in his own doggy way
remembers
he will have to keep
the details
of his adventures
to himself

At The Café (IV)

little bumbling
barely-can-walk boy:
(to his mother,
while noticing me
almost causing him
to fall over)
“bleesmop”

mother:
“that’s right, that’s a teapot”

sister, perhaps a year older, wearing
her seasonal striped tights squints
forms an opinion
waits for her brother
and then ambles on

mom needed coffee

At The Café (VIII)

(three burly painters emerge from
the smallest pick-up truck ever built)
(the truck sighs with relief
and rises to its resting state)

Would-Be Poet:
“You’ve been painting—
more than just your clothes I hope”
Would-Be Painting:
“Yeah, we got a little on the house”

At The Café (VI)

middle-aged writer
examines others
imagining their dilemmas
because he wants to feel
that he is not alone
or that he IS alone
but that they
are somehow
a part of it

At The Café (V)

skinny spunky cute blonde
wears what the trend dictates
and spoils her natural beauty

by the time
she figures this out
it will be gone

At The Café (VII)

out-of-towner man
beats on parking meter
in confusion
his money is stuck
his wife looks on
clutching her purse
while plotting the downfall
of western civilization
perhaps this is because
her blouse redefines
the word ugly

At The Café (III)

two very serious women
in business suits
suck on cigarettes
in a frenzy
it must be a business strategy
their hair is exactly the same
maybe– actually– probably–
it is the cigarettes that
are doing the planning
using these women
to instigate their revolt


it’s working

At The Café (II)

“Muffin Dance”

a young girl wearing
John Lennon’s glasses
and Nancy Sinatra’s boots
performs a beautiful
spontaneous dance
to out-maneuver
a yellow jacket
with a blueberry muffin

At The Café (I)

there’s a guy in a wheelchair
who never combs his hair
we all forgive him

Thank Goddess

Thank god
for making marks
on my paper
Thank god
for entertaining me
with what is next
and taking it out
of perspective
so that it may fall in
where it belongs
Thank god
for making it seem
important enough
to be written
Thank god
for languaging it
without languishing it
Thank goddess
for letting us
borrow your mirror
without which we could
manage no reflection
and so miss ourselves
and all our beauty
entirely

Reminder to Self

1. not to shut down
emotional availability
just because
there are so many
fear-dominated psyche's
wandering about

The Unknown

whatever reasons you make up, forget
whatever you know for no reason, trust

Mandarin Nut Loaf

no desire
no relationship
no story
no sides to take
no plans to make
no gap to fill
no problem to solve
no outcome
nothing to arrive at
nothing to be done
non-doing does everything
just effortlessly arriving at nothing
without going anywhere
and time and space dissolve
into the experience of experience
experiencing itself

To Do List (2)

Live for others
Break all plans
(before anyone asks)
Break all forms
(so that life has another chance)
(an opportunity to become more)
Let go of all images of having
Embrace instead
the experience of being
and then finally
(and most importantly)
Flush this whole idea
into oblivion

Visio

your eyes
would pick up more
if you weren't so desperate
about doing something
with whatever
you might see

Last Night

last night
the steady rain
spoke to me
in the voice of an old man
his patience was strong

Stop at Nothing

forgiveness is admitting
there's no reason
for your pain
though you continue
to carry it around
in order to
explain your fear
to avoid the embarassment
of being without an answer
for why you're in such a hurry
to stop at nothing
should it ever pass you by

Beneficent

there's a guy inside me
who is so arrogant
because he thinks it's cool
to like people

Wilding

to cultivate
an ability to tolerate
extremes of opinion
because
extremes of opinion
are
absolutely necessary
for the moment

Sawyer News, 10:45 AM

Santa Rosa, California, 2004

a very fat man grunts
as he doubles over
to shake the contents
of a paper bag
(four small bags of chips)
into his oversized briefcase
a late morning pit stop
(sour cream and onion)

it would have ordinarily
been none of my business

The Way It Is (12)

everything is beautiful
once you see the truth of it
(i.e. why it is important)

Table Number Six

this restaurant is full
of slutty waitresses
I count seven

at table number six
a frumpled young mother
cares for her child

her gentle beauty
so far exceeds the others
that it’s embarrassing

Self as Reference

there's a buzillion other eyes
and hearts for which all
precious possibility plays
why on earth should
my imagination prevail?

Nature’s Blessing

who would believe
that skin
could bend like that?

Me Park Bench

Inquisitive Look
Response

to be honest
I don't know
what I'm doing here
but this poetry
keeps showing up
on this pad of paper
next to me
if it's any consolation

Show Up And...

talk to me about
what you're not sure
that you believe

but are willing
to stake your life on
anyway

Short Poem

you got me
it's all true

No Mind

to make room for
every conceivable story
IN ADDITION TO
the one you just “bought into”

this is what will attract her

Unreasonable

whatever you need
to think about it
is okay with me

you needn't be
embarassed
if it doesn't
mean anything

No Part

you're beautiful
you have an
incredible story
I can tell

and so it's okay
I don't need
to be a part of it

Waiting On Possibility

women know how to wait on possibility
their patience is superior
and their passion even more
their imaginations have enormous details
like how you will first speak to her
they like the first part of our stories
FAST DARING
because they are exciting
patient so long— yearning for
some real evidence of male life
but then they need us to slow down
SLOW STILL
to experience the one moment
the moment they've been waiting for
which, if we all have our way
will last forever

The Good of Having

the good of having
all things lose their names
is that they
may more deeply resist
becoming a part of some story
of what should
or should not occur

These Words

life is more what it is
before one begins to identify it
and so these words
must be distracting you
from the real thing
forgive me

Masquerading As The Obvious

habit is simply a story that is practiced
over and over until it is ingrained
leaving no seeming alternatives

Slut / Bimbo Observation

the fantasy runs deeper
the more suggestive the clothes are
the more the attire is void
of any of the
not-so-fun elements of daily life
(i.e. real involvement)

Careful

just as you are about to enter a mall
this is when the pigeon people descend
and wreak their bloody havoc

Heartless Girl,

nature's shadow
is woman's pride

Clarity

my aura's beauty
is the natural offspring
of a clarity
I'm having—
a clarity
over the importance
of YOUR freedom

in short,
you are attracted
to yourself

Off She Goes

she’s thirteen
and its clear
she’s ready to bargain
with her beauty
with her feelings
with her freedom

Glimpse

you strain your head
to catch
a glimpse...

a reflection of your
unconscious natural beauty
in my beholding eyes


yeah
too late

A Would-Be Philosophy

please destroy truth
as soon as it
enters your head
sets up camp
and utters
the "ph" sound

The Search

what I'm looking for
is absolute bliss
I keep imagining it
in a woman—
in someone else

the pressure
others must feel
around me
how unpleasant

You Gotta Ask Yourself (2)

you gotta ask yourself—
what's the difference
between expression
and purpose?

you gotta answer yourself—
expression is freedom
and purpose is enslavement

Head & Heart

the intolerable possibility
that things are going on
that I know nothing about
nay, the certainty

the peace
in letting all nature go
to do its inevitable thing
that only she can know
how important is

Infatuated With Myself

she's ever disguised
as someone different
playing a role
that's all yeah
that's all it is
materialistic phenomenon
a slave to the sense
the struggle for wholeness sucks
a tormented soul
ever wanting what disappears
a beauty that wanes
upon the chasing
a promise never delivered
a split divinity
split infinitively
a trial separation
between com and passion
this, on the other hand
will bring the two together again

Bottleneckasmiasticism

bottleneckasmiasticism
is the respression
at the hands
and hearts
but mostly minds
of human beings
who bottleneck the libido
over and over again and again
as patterns of ancient fear
perpetuate the fall of passion

Differences

If you know
about the difference
you are making
beforehand
then you are making
more of a difference
than you know

a difference that will
revisit us eternally
until we set it free

Me-ville Sprawl

If I can make
this person
a part of my plan
then I can keep
this person
from becoming
a part of me

Absolutely

you should definitely do
exactly what you are doing

what you are doing
is the answer

Think of New Jersey

as long as your answers
leave plenty of room
for more questions

after all
there's this guy
in New Jersey
who is about
to get laid
for the first time

he needs your vote

My Daughter At Dinner

Says Two Things:

1) "Daddy, the spaghetti is delicious"

2) "Isn't it funny how we never really
know what it is we're doing?"

All Beings

all beings
are doorways
to other dimensions
and offerings

you offer what you are
if you are free
you offer freedom

Afraid?

whoever said
you don't have to be afraid?

this is not true
you do have to be afraid--
until you're no longer afraid
then you don't have to be afraid

One Rarely

one rarely sees anyone
at the time they are being seen
you feel it right after

synchronicity is reserved
for lovers

Beauty

beauty is the deep natural integrity
of a well-posed question
that can never be answered

Hello Capillary

others are like
the surface of self
like the capillaries
of existence

where circulation
is at its finest

(and I'm not
just saying that)

This Arrogant Bird

this bird is so arrogant
walking around
f o r e v e r
with something in its mouth
wanting other birds to want it

it is a tiresome arrogance
a failure in the species

What Dirty Means

I believe
only women
truly know
what dirty means

I believe
dirty is what
congregates
where old worn out
feelings lived

where experiences
and their odors
dwell behind
reminding us of why
we moved on

All But Ignorance

he went about preventing
(he thought)
as he hurried along

little did he know

You're Not Getting Any

just because
you're not getting any
doesn't mean
the universe should stop

just because
you're not getting any
doesn't mean the rest of us
should turn in our genitals

just because
you're not getting any
doesn't mean the fire
burns any less
at the heart
of all things natural

the fact that
you're not getting any
doesn't mean anything

One Worm

I am one worm
in ten million worms
gathering with other worms
all making worm noises
about being a worm

we are in
Moscow
Beirut
Paris
New York

Emergency BS

this is a test of the
emergency broadcast system
if it had been a real test
this would be an emergency
and you would have really
been put to a test

this has been a test
but not a serious one

Fuck the Roses

get it done
get it done
get it done
get it done
do it
fix it
make it better
replace it
fix it
clean it up
get it done
fix it up
get it done
make it better
get it done
hurry up
get it done
why isn't it done?
why haven't you completed it?
what have you been doing?
what on earth has gotten into you?
where is your sense of duty?
my god, what are you waiting for?
it's slipping away
it's gone
why didn't you finish it?

The Public Eye

I want to bring
all that I am
into the public

sometimes I wonder
if there really is a public...

Is it where everything is displayed?

A Flower

a flower in its arrogance
waited for the sun
"I needn't bend back and forth
every morning and afternoon"
"I like this position"
"It's who I am"
and soon the flower withered

"You're not looking well"
said the tree
"Spread out all over"
"Spread out like me"
"I can't"
said the flower
"I'm only one stem"
"I've got to go bending
again and again, remember?"

a human being standing nearby
cleared his mind in wonder

C'mon

telescoping vagina-faced
diaphragmatic lucid juice
of a reptile
linger long
testing water
resting farther
along the passage
of his thought
won't get you anywhere
but back to he
if you're reasonable
with yourself
and your voids voids
that only one key
marble with
hazel eyes fit
in out

Humility Courts Itself

do you want to be
a leader in world events
or a leader in those events
that are inner
and present themselves
as
self and respect
and
profound unseeking

Sooner Or Later

or never
this will all make sense

sooner or later
or never
I will stop trying to make sense
out of this

sooner or later or never or already

Sun Tan

falling down down
painted heat
washing breexe
fuzzy flying spitting
whistling beauty
burning back
cheek bones sore
flys . . . that ain't there
god's mowing the lawn

Icular

every time II againlearn
that one part
icular thing
II wonder how
many
times
must II againlearn
and
do II ascend into a new stage
every time
of knowing
or unknowing?

Just Over The Hill

running through a field
of a very different world
tears are loving
colors spinning
no naming the world
beauty you've never felt
love you've never seen
follow me

Your Inner Mother Is Frowning

you think that what you create
is better than what I create
you think that your choices
are more informed
you think that there is
greater value in what you do
distancing you from everyone
but those who share your disease
and you laugh together
and pat each other's back
and you are so clever
yet somewhere inside you
somewhere in there my pretty one
you can feel it, can't you?
that you are the subject
of your own ugly laughter