Form

Not a bad day…trying to deal with practicalities…
my enemy…I want to just be constantly naked,
simple…hard to do….hard to be simple…so many
forms to fill out…asking for information…begging
for clarity in bureaucratic dream smoke…why do I
need to fill out this form to just be? It’s kind of like
dying…if the paper trails ends, you’re gone…as far as
anyone cares or knows, or so they think….the heart
has no form…it’s barely a concept, though everyone
understands it….what do I do? what hoops do I jump
through to win approval to continue to be?

Born Lost

Into the middle of things…trying
to figure out what was going on…
should winked by reality...
I knew it wasn’t what anyone was
saying…everyone was lost…I had
to dig my way to the surface …we
all do….the layers of the past still
carried by the momentum of humanity…
but at least, some holes have been poked
through all that loam so space….space
becomes visible.

Diner

Coffee drinkers….
all nighters, planning
their next move…
early risers just getting
started with their lives…
it happens everywhere
in time…like tears in
the rain….

Get Lost

All of you
posers, conmen, liars,
all of you, money, power,
or not…evil with teeth….
this is your time….the end
of the age.

You will do what you do,
are doing it, but have no
understanding of anything.

Only that you will be gone
completely lost
when the golden age arises….
again…as it always has….
in the cycling of this and that….

I’m not making anything up.
This is the truth, the way it will be.


"The commentators at your sporting events
are like meat eaters' teeth." Milarepa