Bad Seed...The Earth....A Failed Experiment

Aliens seeded early humans genetically, and

watched and waited to see what would happen.

What they hoped for happened, in part. Buddha,

the Enlightened One, was born in India, and his 

teachings spread through the East. Problem is,

his message didn't get to the West before

Rationalism and Materialism took hold and

evolved to the point where Western mind became

frozen in fixed belief. By the time Buddhism 

reached the West, Rational mind had too strong

a hold....it had reached the point of feeding

frenzy out of control. The worst, full of passionate 

intensity, got control...thus setting the stage for

the metastisis of insanity. Win some, lose some,

Aliens.

Addendum

After Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the Alien
scientists realized their experiment was
doomed to failure. They had protocol. They
began harvesting samples from humans and
animals to preserve them, and, for further study.
Some say they created hybrids to try to salvage
their work, but this is unproven.

The Other Side Of The Mirror

We're born on the other side

of a mirror....

We see reflection of light off

of obects, which tells us we're 

looking into a mirror...we are

a mirror.

The refelctive surface is 

our mind.

Only by looking into the mirror,

directly, simply, will we ever see

what's behind it.

Evolution…The Evolving Of Illusion

The illusion evolves according to

natural laws. Intelligence grows,

adapting to illusory phenomena,

creating an illusory timeline of

illusory progress, development,

understanding based on temporary

phenomena that seem to repeat

themselves. Human intelligence

has evolved from adapting to the

changing illusion to the point of

being able more and more to create

illusion, to simulate or recreate

reality to the point they are the same,

or, looking at it differently to the point

where humans are not able to tell

the difference between the natural 

illusion and the manufactured one.
Human intelligence is increasing,
but, what's evolving is the illusion.

Hard To Handle (for Eusebio)

Some minds are just hard to handle.

As an administrator told me in a 

meeting…”You’re difficult to manguage.”

Doh! Tell me something I don’t know!

Why do you think i put up with you?

Only because I had to and I could

untill I couldn’t… I managed you,

fuckers, ‘till I didn’t need you…and,

you needed me, at least, ‘till then.

Birthquake

Many aftershocks after

that traumatic event…

I’ve never felt on solid ground.

I’m walking techtonic

ready to rumble

always another crack

in the concrete.

Looser Friendly

I’m not on the side 

of tiger’s blood winners,

their power over others,

P.O.O., my teacher called it.

I’ve lost the world game….

the pyramid scheme…

but, at least I’m not insane.

Early Hump Day Poem

Wednesday,  3 AM….Grateful Dead

Hard To Handle…wake up and go to sleep…

no job, so, no visible hump…

“Is it because of this?”  (Terry Southern)

moth flutters on the floor.

I Can't Tell Anymore (On the occasion of the parinirvana of Chogyam Trungpa, April 4, 1987

I can't tell anymore

which part  of my mind's mine

and which part of it's yours.,

the whole of existence. That
was a neat trick you pulled.
Thanks a lot,
you enlightened genius. 

Joy And Despair

I’m grateful for my new/old mind…

the one I never thought I’d be able

to get back to. My life is skating on

thin ice…sacrifice of family and friends

in order to accomplish something I cannot

see. When you trust yourself you wind up

with both sides.

E mail To A Friend

sorry, that last word should have been leastabularastamahekanamambi, but, who's counting?

see what I get?

YOU see what I get for getting up in the middle of night?

You see what I'm Ferlinghetting  Serenghetting to?

I crossed the Bridge, and have the video to prove it

like I have video samples of our banter which prove any point 

I really need to....so, at this point, stopping at an Oasis on the

turnpike (there's a forgotten word) I pull into the parking lot...

glad to stop after all these miles....years...relationships...coffee cups...

intractable situations....civilizations...historical manipulations....Eras...

times...episodes....occurrences...love affairs...friendships....partnerships....

drunken brawls.  I'll never go back to any world unless my teacher is there.

I learned a truckload this life.....still wondering how to dump it.

Nothing Ever Happened

Which is why we’re so amazed

sometimes that anything ever would. 

Rex, Jesus, Wizards

All I know is that I don’ know

where I’m going with this….

go with me? Rabbit hole?

Rex Jesus Wizards is this

starting point….of this particular

Ke Garne?   It’s your life, after all.

Just A Face In The Mirror

I saw me.

You saw you.

In the street

I saw you

you saw me

a face in the mirror.

It’s No Fun To Get Old Unless You’re Drunk

Time moves more quickly as you get old,

and, combine that with drinking and time

zips pretty quickly along…years are as 

long as months used to feel. I get up and

go to bed…seems to be about it. It’s

natural and organic, at least, and, I’ve

done my share to help the world.

Call it assisted suicide, if you like…

since none of us knows the moment

of our death, I’m just truncating life

a bit, so, that, hopefully, I won’t be broke,

dying of cancer in the street…seems

like a reasonable idea…assisted

retirement.

True Story

I had lunch with Marian Seldes
renown Broadway Actress in
New York City, and, I wanted to
test her so, I asked "What do you
think of Tom Cruise as an actor?"
She replied  "Oh, I don't think of
him as an actor."

Retirement Plan

Five years
to drink myself to death

Xmass Day

Every day is Xmass day,

Saturday morning of 66

year old cartoons of what

it’s still like to get up and

have no idea except joy

that you look forward to

because you’re awake and

everything is happening.

Aphorism # 325

Other's just another word for someone just like you.

Getting Into My Childhood

Each morning is like Saturday

with the cartoons, which there 

aren’t anymore, but, internet 

is as good as that, even better,

because now you can get anything,

what you had, what you want, what

you can imagine……it’s all there so,

childhood’s end…

childhood’s beginning…

each day now has that freshness…

because I don’t know now how much

time I have or wherewhithal to sustain

this particular life I think of as mine….

the end is never easy…better it be quick,

I say, so, I’m coaxing my liver and stomach

to kill me softly or, in a place where pain

killers would be effective….I’m just saying….

Oh, what precarious life we lead....

oh, what precarious life we lead

future empty    we proceed...not

depression...not based on doubt

we face it, we both know already

how this story turns out, unless 

you're Jerry IceCream with half

a billion

in the bank. It's good I'm busting

the time thing....German habit...

once and for all...and the sores on

arms that won't heal...like Trungpa 

had because he  drank so much, so,

what I'm saying and wondering

is where is my fucking deus ex

machina?

no, this has been fun and unusual

because I'm unusually up now at

this time like a deer in headlights

thinking my time is short, no, knowing

that and cherishing every final moment.

The Way It Seems To Be Going Today

I don’t want you to read my poems...
I have to write them, put them somewhere,
make them available, but, please, don’t
read them…tell the others…it was Liszt, or,
some other composer, whose wife lined the
bird cage with his compositions, so, today,
don’t tell me about…how to proceed…
because, I live alone now, and, that was
for a reason.  And a good koan is why
is this too poetry?

Life is a koan when you have nothing
to go on.

Old Gringo In Tepoztlan

I’m learning what it means to

be getting old…friends dying…

diminished interest in the world…

the world’s diminished interest 

in me…beginning to resemble 

more and more that man in the

hotel room in Portland who was

alone and felt alone. Thank

goodness I followed the path

of meditation…that the energy

of emotions have lost their power

over me….that even old and alone,

estranged from the world, with no

401K to pray to, at peace, along

with the uncertainty that is always

a fact of our lives

Mirage #2

Just a mirage...

that's all you are to me....

what I think about you...

what I think about myself...

I used to think I couldn't

live without you...I used to

think many things I don't think

anymore. Does that mean

I'm losing my mind? Did I 

ever own it, or, was it just a

long term lease? Throw in

depletion and there you are,

here I am....a fading concrete

reality.

Dense

Short nothing and all kinds of love

because I can, I am finally able to

just give love, in fact can't help it,

which is about time, if I'm human,

If I could possibly be, human, as if

that was a possibility, and,what I'm

asking and telling at the same time is

that, yes, it is necessary and inevitable.

The Incredibility Of Being Earnest

Because, then all their problems are

laid bare, like their Batchelors, Bridewise.

Because surrealism is taking heart and mind

and making candy.

Because my poetry is like the last words of

Dutch Schultz….well, slow dance on the killing 

ground.

You take steps to become human.

I remember when I learned to tie my shoe.

And, the rollercoaster goes down, do I

dare to eat a peach and the like.

Kinda like the Blues, the Dance of Death

written slow. 

When I was young, It went off like clockwork.

Now, I’m not sure of the date.

But, (coda) it hasn't stopped me yet.

It hasn't stopped yet yet.   

Beethoven Redux

Play this at the moment of my death,

because then, I know I’m going somewhere.

Here was a man that sang in his chains like

the sea, (to steal from another poet)…how

beauty and suffering could be so well shown

side by side, intertwined, inevitable, like all

stages of life. He had the answer to the

unanswerable question like a Zen Master

that gives you your last question….like 

a Tibetan teacher that looks at you in the
eye and shakes his or her head.

Everything’s Feeding The Frenzy

Because there are no standards to live by

that our civilization recognizes. There is the

momentum of what’s going on that keeps the

masses in place for the immanent destruction.

Don’t worry..you can’t lose your human heart..

enrich it, make it strong, because, believe it or 

not, soon that may be all you have left.