Koan from "What Else Ya Got?"

There was this Dude…always said:
“Only The Best.” to punctuate or spice
whatever smart or stupid thing anyone
might say…

The M.S.G. koan

Surrealism Of The Ordinary

Synchronicity…as if the world was a dream…
you already know a person you just met…
you arrive at the wrong place, but it’s the right place…
you run into the same curious stranger over and over,
want to get together, but it never happens…when it does,
it’s clear….
a bird shits in your drink…
you and the day have a hard time waking up together…
you ask for rain and it comes…
the person you call was just thinking about you…
you know when someone has died.

Do The Crossword

Could squeeze one out tonight…
not with a title like the first line…
first thought, best thought, sure…
but what if the first thought doesn’t
happen?
do the crossword…

What if the Twentieth Century
never happened?
do the crossword….

What if the Renaissance and
Industrial Revolution had never
happened?
write a haiku in the sand…..
watch the tide come in.

Dharma Debate

“How do you make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear?”
“Make it meditate.”

“What if he gets enlightened?”
“That’s his koan.”

“He has nothing to go on.”
“He’s lucky.”

“Should we expect to be enlightened
if we meditate?”
“Well, you can, but then it takes
a whole lot longer.”

“How do I know what you’re
saying is true?”
“How do you know anything is true?”

“What is meditation?”
“It’s doing nothing really well.”

“Why do you meditate?”
“Nothing much else worth doing.”

“What do you so when you
aren’t meditating?”
“I meditate.”

“How many irises does it take
to screw in a light bulb?”
“Irises only screw in the spring.”

“Is everything an illusion?”
“If it wasn’t, we wouldn’t be here now.”

“Is life a paradox?”
“Existence is a paradox….
magic is a parasox….
life is a diner in New Jersey…”

The Truth May Suck, But It's Not Full Of Shit

“Oh! Ravenous-for-feces!” Shantideva

A good job,
a house in the country,
many lovers, friends, family,
prestige, honor, fame,
a long and fulfilling life,
getting what you want,
all a bunch of shit.

The truth doesn’t care what you think.
The truth owns you.
Birth. old age, sickness and death;
the truth is not out there somewhere…
it’s right in front of you.

Ignoring, downplaying, distorting the truth
has no effect on it….
the truth has the last sad laugh….
the truth has everyone by the balls.

The Shit Has Hit The Fan

In the form of Frankenstein’s bowel movement
in the Gulf. Does anyone still believe science,
without wisdom behind it,
is going to save the planet?

Left Of Center

It doesn’t take much to get the whole ball
of wax rolling…especially when you’ve been
trying to roll a particular ball of wax as long
as I have…I mean…whatever you put your
energy into….even if it’s just being lazy…
you get better at over time.

Lots of crazy shit happening to the people
around me now…light outside my place like
Chinese lantern…running out of happy
endings….a small tree with big papayas, ripe,
bright orange….dreamt of the end of the world.

Nothing ever gets perfectly good or perfectly
bad in this our relative world because
the yin/yang of it always balances….
so hold your course as a good human…Friday’s
coming…..maybe a little too hopeful
for the short term…

Well, if you don’t think there are aliens
by now, that the government of the USA
gives a crap about you, that all the media
you see is any better than brainwashing,
and ect, major delusions you’ve been
trained to swill, then, congratulations! You’re
a good American!

……sometimes, as the comedian says:
“Better laugh, folks, ‘cause these ARE the jokes!!!”

Eating Myself Alive

Like that guy in Memento
going over my old poetry
to try to pick up on a few
pieces of what I said or knew
which is why I left these bread
crumbs to Tarzan along to
through my life.

Canned Radio Poetry

Me reading my poems on radio:
www.buddhabomb.com
website of my good friend, Jim

go to downloads:

“Hidden Treasures Of The Mind”

some poems about 1/3 of the way
through…I don’t like them….1 poem 2/3 of the way…
with 2 other friends writ…I like…good techno music.

“Late Night Musings”

One poem, one prose piece later on…the whole thing’s
worth listening to.

“Chills And Thrills”
I read a short prose poem 4/5 of the way through. It has an un-altered
Serendipitous ending…good techno and lots of good
prose by my good friend, Eusebio Sandoval, who with me and Thomas
Liphard, wrote “Now is The Time” (on Hidden Treasures of the Mind)

These of my readings show, to me, the beneficial effects of (real) absinthe
as an enhancer to the arts…to the free flow of uninhibited thought, as well as
the live speech that comes through the radio….just thought I’d throw that in there.

I can do whatever I want
‘cause I’m the Boss of me…
Boss of me
Boss of me
‘cause I’m the boss of me!

Gee….I’m letting my hair down on my poetry blog….as if it were…a…..blog!!!
Blog damn it! What does a writer write when he’s not writing what he’s
writing as a writer?

Oh…this….


Is it possible to have a
conversation with space?
Is that what I’m doing?