Triumph Of The Id

Triumph Of The Id

Will didn’t win…

the Id did.

Id, elevated to

star status, visioned

instantaneously

everywhere as an

echo on a screen…

monsters from idiot Id…

no curbing the 

raw rampage

of beauty parlors

Shopping Mauls

theme parks for 

every dream,

Ponzi plans

for every scheme.

Id emerging like

the latest fad…

(but fads are not

just for fun anymore)…

Mass murders are

a fad in the American

way, because most of 

the perpetrators don’t

know why they do it.

Hamburgers taste good.

The Id gone mad in a 

twittering, tweeking, twerking

St. Vitus dance of 

trivial splendor, 

a Barfissistic (1) orgy of nonsense.

A baser instinct has taken over.

“even my sadness perhaps has changed,

as if I were not my own…

forgotten, even by me.” (2).

1. A Barfissist is a person in love 

with their own vomit.

2. Salvador Quasimodo poem:  

"Even my company forsakes me"

No One Obtains Enlightenment

But enlightenment can arise

naturally, if you put yourself

in the position for it to do so.

It’s called meditation.

Revelation On The Banks Of The Pawtuxent (For John Fahey)

You were drunk in Tacoma

all those years because the Yankees

freed the slaves by accident, and the

Blues swelled in the South like a heart

and spilled it’s life’s blood slowly

across the nation  like a howl and a moan.

You were drunk in Tacoma, where?

Your house? Bars? Work mens’ shops?

You must have found the space of your

music all around you. I prefer to think

of you mythologically…I jumped on stage

in Boston and shook your hand… you 

played over two hours and took breaks to

talk to the audience…you were 

kind that night…that night 

you weren’t drunk. 

Two nights later, at a bar, you played 

straight forty five minutes…didn’t look

at the audience or say a word…got up

and left.

Seeing Earth As Mother

Earthquake this morning…

I wasn’t ready to get up, but, 

then, I was.

The lush, womb-like warmth

and beauty of Tepoztlan…one

could drink in the environment

and feel sustained…and, they do.

The seasons change here twice 

a year…rainy to dry and vice-versa.

It changes in a whoosh of dry wind

over a day or two…earth mother 

birthing another cycle…fierce and 

certain. Her children are legion.

Aphorism

There's no word that describes
between shallow and deep.

Ah.....on a crazy of one to ten

how many scales does this have?Aphorism

Don't look up
because looking
down is a lot closer.

       If I wasn't so drunk...oh,...

(minimalist)

Babay

Boring Poem

Life of ease.....

I’m glad I found occupations in life

that were simple enough that I could 

do, and still get paid for….plumbing…

something my body could do and give

my mind a break from intellect, rather

than using intellect for work because

I didn’t want to yoke my mind in that

way…I preferred making my body a 

slave. Now that I’m retired and don’t

have to get up….ever…the work my 

body did means I’m still healthy…the

mind is taking care of itself.

Aphorism

History may repeat itself,
but, so does love.

You Are Naked

Psycho-archaelogy.

Looking into the memory

of what you thought you knew.

(That's gotta hurt)

"It ain't my Goddamned planet, Monkey Boy!!"

(Buckaroo Banzai)

Slice From Personal Life

You know, I never did this before,

in fact, I don't even know what I'm doing, 

but, the strange, or charmed,

or top or bottom quark to this whole thing...

and, you won't believe this,

and, you don't have to trust me..but......

and, this is the, truly, only way I can 

describe this accurately...

you talked me into a brainstorm.....

let that be a mystery, at least, for a 

moment....even if I didn't have an idea, 

it would all be happening anyway.

Tiny Tulku Tales # 15.2

It was quiet…Tiny was in his high chair.

Mom was at the table with one of her 

machines… Dad was snoozing in his low 

chair.

Tiny remembered something from his 

previous life… when he first tried to get 

born in America.  He was  a little older 

then than he was now.

He was watching a television, which, 

back then, looked like a piece of furniture 

with a foot square  screen in it. Mom would 

turn it on, put him in front of it, and open a 

beer. This was why the Sixties happened.

He was watching a show. The title was; 

“The Big Picture”…and, he understood 

the meaning  of the words, but in the way 

Nietzsche might have understood them. 

( nobody knew, back then what T.V. 

could do)

He was rapt. When it became obvious 

that the show was military propaganda, 

he felt cheated. He  never  trusted television 

again. He died in an earthquake soon after.

"I'm still trying to wear clothes"

I don't see a reason...
they change them every season.

My Best Moments Are Lost In Myth

That’s a provocative title…..

What do you mean like dwarves 

falling down into a volcano?

What do you mean like now

Sixty five…alive…in a world

that has lost  it’s bearings?

My best moments are lost 

in myth of past memory

when whomever we were

together in the restaurants

in the ethnic neighborhoods

that could not have been plagiarized.

Even the words coming out now

spiced by barking dogs

have no more reason to be

than the present.

Aphorism

It’s a maze in a matrix.

That’s why you have to

let your senses take over.

Note To A Friend

I've never felt more relaxed,  nor more uncertain in my whole life. Luckily, it's out of my hands... which has nothing to do with belief in anything. What goes up must come down. If the world was a board game, I'm pretty well placed.

Note to Everyman

Oh, crap....I wrote myself a note...

put it  on the floor in front of my front door

I need it .....what are the chances I'll get it?

1. right away and I'll do what I say....

2. maybe I'll get it right eventually, but, it will take a little longer...

3. I'll stagger out and do what I do......

Just a fun game for you because you say you know me.....

Burma Shave

"Lord Vader, you may start your landing...we have the first aphorism of the day"

An enigma is an eclair...it looks good, but, 

it's better when you bite into it.

Night Of Broken Dreams

Sometimes, when you get old,

or, after you lived suddenly when

you were young, it all catches up

with you in a rush of regret or, it

could be pride….it depends on 

what you remember.

You could have a night of broken

dreams just before you die, or, just

before you live. It’s your own personal

subconscious CPR being attribute.

Whatever it is, pay attention. The whole

of you knows more than what you think 

of yourself does. When the dreams are 

broken, we wake into a new day.

The Last Quiz Show

Let's ask the cosmic mirror:,.
and this for all the glass marbles:...
How did you manage to get on
the show?

The Show Is Over #2

It all started when humanity lost control. Not that

humanity was ever in control exactly, but their

insanity was limited to their ability to destroy 

themselves. Atomic weapons and technology

was when it was too late to close the barn  door.

That’s when the aliens got more involved…they

probably were looking after their investment.

Now the world is such a cluster fuck of large scale 

dynamism that planning for the future seems to be

an anachronism.  Billionaires are buying empty

missile silos and converting them to disaster proof

condos that can produce their own food and water

and keep the family together for a few generations….

grasping at large straws.

No one could make this stuff up. That’s why
I don’t  believe anything anyone says, and
just watch events as they arise. You don’t have to
believe anything now. The “fourth wall” , which is
only broken when an actor gives an aside, no
longer exists. The play is naked now…a naked
illusion, as opposed to one, at least, clothed in
decency

The Show Is Over

“Keep moving folks, nothing here to see.”
Hardly anyone  anymore in The United
States has the same values as their recent
ancestors.  I grew up outside of Chicago
and my father was a successful lawyer in
the city. There was  corruption and  crime
then, of course. But in the Fifties you could
feel a sense of common purpose in what
was the richest, most advanced society
the world had ever seen or would see.
Kennedy’s assassination and the burgeoning
Vietnam war was the turning point. Perhaps

the mystery behind the assassination will
never be solved. But my generation knew
instinctively that, from that point, the
government was no longer in the hands
of the people.  We saw the lies, and, instead of
going along with the show, the myth we were
being fed, we took LSD and Peyote to try to clear
 our heads of the roles we were meant to play.

We were almost strong enough to change things,
but the government introduced heroin, meth and
coke, which replaced the psychedelics, and the
free thinkers were never able to organize properly. 
The American Dream was dead by then, and we
lived off it’s largess while it’s corpse was still
warm. We are reaching the end of the farce that

the USA has become. The feast is still on, and
the jackals have taken the lion’s share. The wizard
uses smoke and  mirrors to conceal the truth, and
most people believe in the magic show because
they have no other options.  They’ve become
conditioned to ignoring the truth….and

while they watch the show continue, many of
the actors have stolen the box office and left town.

Terminator At The side Of The Road, Or The Rabbi In The Mirror

I challenge you to a paradigm

The world is losing     everything

so, what paradigm do you continue

to cling to as this process happens?

(Oh, no, you don’t get

a punchline yet)

Do you believe in anything still?

Well, I love music, vodka, splashing

my mind into words…but I don’t believe

in any of it.  I bought the ticket…I’m

watching the show. I used to hope to 

understand the plot…then, I only 

wanted to be entertained…now, I just

want the actors to finish their lines.

Intoxication

Intoxication, ecstasy, bliss…

what the human body mind seeks…

will do anything for it…

it’s the only show in town.

Fiesta, party, celebration…

everyone awaits a vacation,

a break, a taste of freedom,

a moment before you start

pushing the rock again.

Mexicans are more enlightened

in this way:  they see party as

freedom and the rest just gets

in the way, sometimes, but 

manyana goes a long way to 

smooth the struggle til 

another day.

Let go for once…not a drunken

barrage in Cancun….no…

a quiet, beautiful place, good food,

time to contemplate and dream…

Odessa, Brooklyn, San Francisco,

Anywhere there is no reason to be.

Early Morning

My teacher died today,

twenty seven years ago.

As luck would have it,

I’m drunk…going into

a few months of, perhaps,

profound change of venue.

I’m too old for this life.

I’ve been around long enough.

I appreciate looking out the

window, seeing bougainvillea,

birds, sky, mountains, clouds….

each moment so precious, yes,

it really is…but where do you go 

when your job is done? That’s

where I want to go.