Dharma Meat

The first night I spent at the
Dharma Centre was in a chicken
coop….I remember waking and
pulling a large spider off my face.

Training? Yes, if you count being
ripped apart publicly by your colleagues
constantly as training….yes. It was
primordial training….as when Buddha
was alive.

It was raw.
It was a chance
before everything
got crazy….before
now.

To A Businessman

Would you base any business
decision on a belief?
Then, why would you trust
your life to one?

Lionel Fenninger

Imagine a landscape of pastel skyscrapers
Cubist Miro De Chirico stories tall
Imagine New York hazy morning from
a helicopter…imagine blue mesas in
New Mexico….imagine climbing a tree
and finding a robin’s egg.

Echolalia

America is Number One!
Thank you,…have a nice day.
I love you.

Mything Link (Pin it on Him)

All the horrible crap of life,
the fighting, the murders,
mixed with beautiful passions,
and a heart that held up a body
well scarred.....
........That Was Ricky!!

Everyone's Frankenstein Baby!!

Hey Rube!

A charlatan in the midst
of the community!
Wake up! Wake up!
Saddle the windhorsies!
Expose all self-serving trips!
Don’t let them hijack
basic goodness!
Don’t let their honey words
Of Goo drip into your ears!
Liars! Liars! Sangha on fire!
Hold the line of critical intelligence!
Crack them with the Black Jack
of truth and kindness!

Ricky

From New Jersey came to Tepoztlan…
just bull-rushed life like a cage fighter,
not just scars, but chunks of his body
were missing…

…had that black cloud karma attached,
violence, but beneath his fists he was
a sweetheart …of a killer….he probably
thought he was normal.

He died of everything.

Encore

Blank page
mown lawn
poem on wall
fresh air, smoke,
drink, space…
still…
stoned
drunk
better now…
curtain rises.

My dear friend John,

I send you as a small gift the Romanian version of "Encore".
Strangely this poem has something from Expressionism and
Symbolism of George Bacovia (1880-1957), an important Romanian poet.
This poem will be also included in CHM 4/July-August 2011.
All the best from your best friend from Bucharest,

Daniel D.


ENCORE

Pagină nescrisă
gazon cosit
poem pe zid
aer proaspăt, fum...
băutură, spaţiu,
încă...
drogat
beat
mai bine acum...
se ridică cortina.

Traducere de Daniel Dragomirescu

Snapshot

Thunder in the distance
Stones on the headphones
Heavied by engolopment,
but real neat, like nylons
on the bedpost… French
roast hot on nightstand....
wake up and smell the LIGHTNING!

Hopelessness

In the midst of chaos and destruction
there is beauty and heart…it never gets
totally black, or it would have done so
by now in the history of forever….no,
there is always somewhere blossom of
newness, of fresh start, of square one….
there is always, some now, some where,
anything you could imagine . .. Casablanca
on Titan….OK Corral on a desert on Mars. ..
the universe is infinite…give it a break from
your whiny hopelessness that your custom
paint job has a scratch and the world’s going
to hell….So?

Maybe It Starts Out As Tiny Dancing

When you were small
and wore your mother’s shoes….
when the big people were dancing
and you were joining in and they
noticed you…and you noticed that
they noticed you…

So you became Michael Jackson,
Donald Trump, Joe Schmidt,
famous for your
ice cream
triple axle
herd of cattle
star of David
Medal of Honor
shit stains on
your underware
nothing at all....

it all started out as tiny dancing.