Impunity

I drink with Impunity…

of course, she’s hard to

control after three doubles.

She likes to take over the

Mis-En-Scene,

flaunt and flirt her tawdry

aphorisms….show her skirt.

Maybe she is my muse,

my consort…hard to say….

but, she certainly likes to

have her way with me.

Life Is Coming Apart At The “It Seems”

The title is the poem,

the koan, the not so much

to go on that keeps your

spirit alive.

Haiku 420

fled the USA

just read in Rumania

dead in Mexico

Graham Hancock The War On Consciousness

We live in an international house of cards. Materialistic
scientific rationalism has separated most people from the spirit.
This trend is seen most clearly in the USA....but it is world wide.






This was a TED talk that was later banned from TED.

Poem Written On Duchamp's Urinal

I piss on your ordinariness with words…

You are correct in that people don’t see, or,

even look. Only the critics finally are right….

but they aren’t the ones that are dying.  

Poem Written On The Inside Of My Skull

You’ve been here

you’ve done this

you know that now…

no more surprises?

that question answers

itself….no more

questions,  maybe…

you had a teacher

that chiseled  that

right here. 

POEM SCRIS ÎN INTERIORUL CRANIULUI MEU

 

Ai fost aici

ai făcut asta

ştii că acum...

nu mai sunt surprize?

această întrebare răspunsuri

în sine... nu mai multe

întrebări, poate...

ai avut un dascăl

care a cizelat asta

chiar acum.

 

Traducere de Daniel Dragomirescu

Now You See It Now You Don't

Blank page time

like looking into

an empty mirror

even nothing has

it’s expression

and makes a big

impression.

Frankly blankly

is how we come

into this world,

senses blazing

cluelessly… karmic

engine kicks in

looking for a

foothold….

an handhold….

a stronghold…

a stronger hold….

position,  power,

different levels of

hold. Holding on

for our lives,

literally.

Then, like everything

not eternal, the process

reverses  and we  slowly

dissolve….one finger

at a time.

Biography

I was born…..and

I can’t remember

much after that….

there was lots of stuff

going on, and I had to

go to school and so

forth….but not much

of it made any sense,

really….we’d all be

wearing the same

clothes,  rushing over

here….going over there….

it seemed like keeping

busy was important…

after forty years of

unlocking my brain

through meditation,

I realized that the whole

thing was just a big

pratfall.  

BIOGRAFIA

Yo he nacido

y no puedo recordar

mucho después de esto...

hay una multitud de cosas

en esto,  he tenido que

ir a la escuela y  ser fuerte

... pero no mucho

De esto  he hecho algo  con sentido,

en verdad... todos hemos sido

vestidos  con las mismas vestimentas

corriendo por aquí…corriendo por allá.

Para  mantener

ocupado nuestro  tiempo en  cosas importantes...

Después de los cuarenta años

he desbloqueado mi cerebro

con meditación.

Me doy cuenta que todo

no era más que una gran

caída.

 

Traducere de Daniel Dragomirescu

Corectură de Marina Centeno

Braggs Jigbugmen On “The Nature Of The Earth”

The earth is all around us and underneath us,

as we know. What we don’t think about is

that most of it we can’t see….and what we can’t

see supports us and what we can see… and that’s

like seeing earth as space…..same principle….

space supports what we can see….through the media,

(senses) we have….it’s the bulk of it and we can’t

see it….and yet, we rely on it unthinkingly.

Bone Fragments

are in my body

all together

holding me

in this world.

whose idea to

put this together

so that my fingers

work to put these

words down?

not mine….who

will study my bones

in a thousand years

and why?

will they see what

I wished for?  Will

that be their world?

Romanticy

It’s a little bit harder than it should be

because I love you so much….

I’m a little bit softer than I should be

because I can’t resist your touch….

Is what we’re doing right?  Because

tonight’s magic seems so much!

Not bad….but a little to the left

with your touch…

Pope-A-Dope

Once again the world plays
pope-a-dope for 1.2 billion ...
well at least the Sunnis and Shites
are killing each other....
how many have a clue?
a couple million?

What Am I Reaching For?

 On my coffee table….computer

drink,  lighter,  pipe,  cigarette…

the world?  Of course…we all are.

What more to say?  Sometimes

we get it…sometimes not.

But we do know.

Street Fighting Man #2

1968 Rolling Stones…and many in the

USA were looking  forward to it. It didn’t happen…

why?  Because  power in America wasn’t ready…

so…they let things happen and

they got a little  out of hand, such as Kent State…

But, now,   they’re ready.  Plenty of trained

soldiers from  Iraq and Afghanistan.  internment  

family camps built,  police trained in urban warfare,
control the media, complete surveillance.  

Try singing this song in the USA now.

Not A Poet, Just A Drunk With A Pen

I like words and alcohol

in equal amounts…and

you don’t have to speak

when you’re drunk to be

obnoxious…so…..put up

your verbs and let’s see

what you got….

Death

Death is just what happens
when you're not paying attention.

The Essence of Buddhism and Poetry: Ikkyu

hear the cruel no-answer 'til the blood drips down
beat your head against the wall of it


Ikkyu  15 Century Zen Poet

translated by Stephen Berg

Poet At Work

Caution!  Poet At Work!

Look Out! Poet At Work!

What The Heck Is That?  Poet At Work!

Bring Some Wine! Poet At Work!

Dance And Sing!  Poet At Work!

Smell The Perfume! Poet At Work!

Have An Orgasm!  Poet At Work!

Acquired Taste

We don’t have the acquired taste of just looking…

so, we  don’t have the acquired taste of just seeing,

so, we don’t have the acquired taste  of just knowing.

Hemmingway's Final Words

I don't need a therapist....
I need a shredder.

Copy of an e mail.

yeah...a little negative maybe.... but, you know, 
the serious drinking writers like Bukowski and Faulkner and Kerouac 

never complained...

and the Russian writers....how could they?  You don't need 

to be a drunk now to write....you don't even need an imagination....

all you need is a computer and....and....

and I wonder how many of us are there around the world, 

in our little spaces with our computers, cracking websites,

figuring out all kinds of shit....and Facebook and the rest of 

those eat our lives all along....remember: this is how the Aliens 

got to look the way they did....

I want to die, if not human, at least a Neanderthal.

Slapstick

"There's an awful lot of epilepsy going around..."

"Let's shake on that."

Frankly, My Dear, I'd Rather Be Robert Goulet

Sing in a tuxedo with a beautiful woman on your arm,
go home to  your mansions where the entourage cared
to everything.....

We had fun, but only while we were alive

My Love Has An Intensity

It can power an hundred jets….

It can make the Pope resign.

It’s your’s, you can have it…

but you have to find it, in

yourself…which could be

anywhere.

What Part Of “Life” Don’t You Understand?

Didn’t you have an education?

Wasn’t the function and complexity

of life explained to you clearly?

I’m sorry, no refunds.

Is Every Day Going To Be Like This From Now On?

This is probably a good question

to ask yourself every once in a while…

…take a moment,  look around and

really see…

…and, if you don’t like the answer,

walk out the door.