Bubble Gum Exisitentialism

Notes Number One

sycophantasies

here a tick heretic

frog walking Adam out of the ocean of samsara

black market is evolutionary platform

drunken assholes are merely angels that lost their wings

Heroin

I never took it…I always wanted to.

Now would be the perfect time in my

life….nohing much left to waste.

Those poor folks with dementia,

Alzenheimers, wasted and not

even a bit of fun, a bit of relief.

Would I rather die on a toilet,

a needle in my arm? To be or

not to be? Isn’t that the 

overwhelming question?

Shall I part my hair behind?

Do I dare to eat a peach?

Do I slip into old age, 

clinging to a dying animal? 

I probably won’t know

what hit me….

Maybe I’m beginning to

see the light…heroin was

always on my team…

wine in the morning…

breakfast at night..

“Storm ahead..furl the sails!”

Flaring, sudden, unexpected

death, I didn’t live this long

to let this life get out of hand.

Take it to the river bed…I got 

a line

on what’s ahead…fresh garbage

(see what I did there?) Is this even

writing, or, the beginning of

hyperplasticecondroplasia? I’m 

just asking.

Yeah, what’s this? A poem?

Or, just what I do ’till I can’t

do anything more?

Not Exactly Haiku

I met someone…twenty two…

forty years ago, we would have 

been in bed in half an hour. 

Transfiguration Of Blind Joe Death (for John Fahey)

Yeah, on the riverboat, we had it all

the same, and some lived, some got

drunk, some died, some won, some 

lost, some couldn’t remember why

they cried…

….in the fog of the river…drifting 

slowly downstream…someone

playing the banjo…smell of cigar

and pipe smoke..we all knew where 

we were gong to wake up tomorrow…

the slave market…the crossroads of

armies grinding to war…staging area 

before the front lines…dropped into

a hot zone…overrun at base camp

by a sudden onslaught…in the bright

sun of red morning only one bretheren 

dead in his bunk with his throat cut

we were right now

yeah, the riverboat down the vein

we were just drifting on at night, in the 

hazy whisky mind…smoky silence…

we knew there was no future.

We didn’t need one.

Dream

Dreams come true if you 

let them dream themselves,

get out of the way of them,

care for them as children.

Dreams can be ourselves,

the part we can't quite yet see,

the part not yet born into vision.

Ecstasy

Isn’t what it’s cracked up to be…

it’s merely getting up off the tack

you’ve been sitting on all these years.

I Saw A UFO While I Was Lying In Bed

I don’t care if people think I’m crazy.

It’s more likely they’ll lock me up 

because they think I’m sane.

I won’t tell the story…it’s like all the

rest of them. Although, I will say, it

was kind of them to show themselves

when I was sedated in bed.

NSU

NSU   (Cream)

simple existential scream song

coming of age shout of what it’s

all about…the best minds in ecstatic

moments..some will always break free....
some will always freak out.

Back Flash

Having a Sixties back flash…

not a flashback hallucination

driving ninety towards Barstow,

no, looking back and flashing on

what that time meant to me.

Conscously, semi- consciously.

intoxication stimulating memory…

listening to that music…

the smell of fresh cut alfalfa….

summer heat at night…the too

still air…crickets and owls…the

distant  freight train…

…all night at the train station

drinking communion wine, burgled

from the Catholic Church in 

Northfield…walking past dorms in

the morning  with Peter, singing out

loud and getting yelled at.

The music was a big reason why that 

time was so powerful…and, why this 

time is not, from the “waky waky, eggs 

and baky.” point of view.

…………………………………………………….

We had to backwash the fitler for the 

swimming pool, to wash the crap back 

out through a drain, so, then, the filter 

would once again work effectively. 

I think LSD

did the same thing for the brain.

……………………………………………………………

Since life didn’t come with an instruction

manual, let’s face it, we’ve all been making

it up all along, or, we bought someone else’s

trip, and identified with that. Horribly simple

minded, no matter how smart we think we are.

…………………………………………………………….

That’s why that happened….uh…the Sixities

…it was the begining of evolution therapy, 

although, we didn’t know that then. It was 

like we discovered fire, but were only vaguely 

aware of what it was for.

Rant Challenge (Ala Seinfeld)

What’s with all these amphibians?

reproducing in water…who do they 

think they are? Evolving in fresh pools…

who gave them the right?

I’m mad as hell and I’m not going

to take this anymore!!!

Yeah, the Big Bang…well, it’s all

been a big bang since then…and,

what's that all about…what do you think

has happened since then? The Beatles?

Modern Art? Where do you think this

is all going? Do you even look at your

own lives to see what that might be?

No, I don’t want you to protest…I don’t

want you to vote. I want you to let go of

the addicton you think you are, or, at 

least, the addiction to what you think is 

happening around you.

The Persistence Of Pogo

"We have met our enemy, and he is us."

How Can You Be A Poet And Not Be A Naked Personne?

I mean, poets are not in the business 

of holding back, right?  Who knows

where they got that from? How come

humans are so unstoppably creative?

Are they looking for that, are they finding

that in our genes? They can’t, because

a flower is an example of creativity that

comes from a plant. 

Which is why Buddha gave his lineage

to the disciple that smiled when he held

up a flower.

Writing Poetry

I’m a craven person…

out of my mind after I was lucky

enough to find it and found it was 

worthless to describe my experience.

I used words as hand holds to help me

climb up my understanding of the experience

I was having. to get to the clay on which others

were walking…not that I had to, but I felt, for a

while, I should relate to other entities that seemed

to be there.  Not any more, sorry folks, if you 

haven’t laughed by now, you probably didn’t get

the jokes.

Rumanian Translation

A scrie poezie 

Sunt o persoană lașă...

nu-n toate mințile după ce-am fost norocos

destul cât să găsesc și am găsit că e

inutil să-mi descriu experiența.

Am folosit cuvintele ca sprijin pentru a mă ajuta 

să cațăr pe înțelegerea experienței 

prin care treceam. să ajung la lutul pe care alții

pășeau... nu pentru că trebuia, dar am simțit, pentru un

timp, că ar trebui să mă expun altor entități care păreau

să fie acolo. Nu și de-acum, iertare, dacă 

n-ați râs până acum, probabil nu v-ați prins

de glumă.

Traducere de Madalina Banucu, Universitatea din Bucuresti

Funny Old Man Poem

I don’t know how all this is

going to turn out…I just know

it’s too late to turn back. 

What would be the reason to 

reform my ways when, they’ve 

gotten me so far?

I mean, in time, not success…

survival after all that time lost

at sea.

So, now, it seems obvious I’m

due for a mistake…

I look back and see the ones

I didn’t make…

And apologize

to the executioner when I step

on his boot.

Waching New Year’s Eve Fireworks From Around The `World

This magnificent splendor of sight

is a mere shadow of the splendor

of the myriad Buddhas, Bodhisattvas,

Dakas, Dakinis, Dharma Protectors,

gurus, Arhats that pervade the corners

of the universe. I offer this sight pleasure

to the Buddha within all sentient beings,

the inestimable splendor of awake mind,

with the aspiration of enlightenment for all.

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Quote from Buddha

"There are two mistakes on can make
on the Buddhist path. One is to not start,
and the second is to not go all the way."