Lunch In The Market

The snowbirds have migrated

back to Snowville...just us true

defectors mingling amongst

Mexicans, that will let us live

if we don't smack our lips too

much.

The ones 'been up all night,

clinging to doorways drunk...

children in the Zocallo, gleefully

safe, enjoying childhood....

Bob, the token gringo trailer trash,

hanging at the coffee house.

I don't put up much with people

anymore, if they get too close

and start saying what they think.

If I think they're wrong, trying to

correct them is a waste of hot air.

A lot of young ones don't know 

much, but they have that excuse.

The good news is if they're trying

to learn on their own, make mistakes, 

and won't be told what to do.

So, not much cause to speak; the

truth and lies out on the golden

internet screen...one can find the 

truth...you can find the truth there,

if you nave more than oatmeal

between your ears.

Writing differs from conversation

because no back talk and freedom

of choice...so, maybe it's better if

you read my words and don't get

too close.

Zen Moment

Oops! I missed it!

Missed another, thinking

I missed the first one!

I'll be ready for the next one...

nope, missed it too!

Wait, what's that over there?

There it is.

Plaque On A Bench At The Vietnam War Memorial

This bench is for those

That didn't go to Vietnam,

For the conscientious objectors,

For the draft dodgers,

For the ones that fled to Canada,

For the ones that went to prison.

Let them sit here and contemplate

That grim wall of Johnson's war,

The man that killed the Kennedys 

And King, the man that instigated

The downfall of America, and let them

Know they are the heroes of that war,

That criminal, industrial war.

Dark Age #2

Yes, It's getting worse...

family, community falling apart,

dog-eat-dog subhuman world.

Harvesting bodies to sell organs

to hospitals not just some horror

movie.

Hey! Rimbaud didn't have much

nice to say either!

Industrial war now endemic...

no profit in peace.

Yeah, we protested in the Sixties.

Lots of protests now, difference is

we knew what we protested for.

Hey! Lorca was murdered by Fascists!

If you work for a criminal company,

Monsanto, Lilly, on and on, you

are a criminal too, don't you think?

Fewer places in the world where

people consider the common good.

The USA exports evil Moloch greed.

Hey! Ginsberg wrote this sixty years

ago in Howl!

Inured to violence,

in the neighborhoods,

on the roads,

in the cinemas,

in the media,

the reality Americans breathe.

Hey! Jacques Prevert's poetry

wasn't always pretty!

The monks burning themselves

in Vietnam, trying to warn us,

today would just go viral.

Poets sing the truth,

even when it's bad,

better than the alternative:

to be a slave

to a lie.

Servilleta

In Tepoztlan, before the

rainy season and before

the end,

white butterflies float in the

air like napkins, hence, 

their name.

Something had to,

so we'd know.

Koancidence #2

Master:

"It's either Zen,

or, it's not!"

Student:

"Is it Zen?"

Master:

"It is now."

Soap Box Rant #1A

They weren't human when

I was a child, all the adults,

my teachers, all robots

dreaming they were alive.

Orwell's future was already

there...it took my whole life,

years of drunkenness and

meditation to rid myself of

conditioning. Deprogramed,

I'm finally free! 

Not too many make that 

claim....I can't prove it, but,

I don't care! 

Sauve qui peut!

The means are everywhere!

Meditation,

Ayahuasca, Ibogaine,

Yoga!

Others, looking for the truth,

fall into cults; Scientology is

the poster child.

All looking for the truth, or,

brainwashed into thinking

they found it.

How do you know when 

you've found it?

If you rely on your thinking 

mind to tell you, you're lost:

"To know is to get lost."

Nanao Sakaki

"It's back to the senses...

back to the senses now...

now senses the to back."

Australian aboriginals

sang songs based on the

landscape so they always 

knew where they were.

"At the premier of my movie

I had no idea what I was doing 

or why, although, it must have 

had something to do with money."

George Clooney should be $#^%!

His mind is a danger to himself 

and others!

His money should be taken and

used to build orphanages!

And he is only one of them!

Robot monsters self satisfied at

the expense of others!

Who cares that his face looks good

in a magazine!

Yes, it is not for no reason that 

people stand on soap boxes and rant.

I'll bet the Bible prophets didn't whisper.

It was only after the Church took control

that they started to imprison and burn

geniuses...the Catholic Church, rivaling

Islam in the amount of blood they spilled,

now confining their aggression to raping

young boys. That there are still parishioners

is a monument to blind stupidity.

And that's just one of the mega-disaster-

mind-manifestations that keep humans

away from freedom!

Free your mind before the universe gives 

up on the failed experiment called humanity!

The only way to save the world is

to free your mind!

Improbable Paradise

It took a long time

to get here...

flowers on the table,

waiting for hamburger 

and fries...

waiting for the rain...

waiting to meet the

inevitable traveler...

inevitable sky bombs

of celebration, 

predictable yet 

surprising...this

accidental paradise

I never thought I'd find.

Maybe it was a planned 

accident...I'll never know

and no one can tell me...

my struggle just let go.

I let loose the rope, the fear

of death, long ago, only 

knowing holding on was

not the way to go.

Most of my life floating

between disasters and

revelations, not knowing

where the wind would 

take me, only sensing

the path in moments of 

now that led me here

ten years ago.

Now i'm here, wanting

no where else to go.

How long will I stay?

How long do I have at all

'til an invisible wind 

blows me to the next

unfathomable destination?

One thing is certain: 

everything changes

except the heart always

pointing in the right direction.

Big Mythtake

I'm sorry,

it's all a big mythtake;

the Christian Church,

(with all the churchlets)

Islam, Hinduism, anything

you'd call religion. They

even mistake Buddhism

for a religion...it's not.

Fascism, Communism,

Democracy, any other ism,

trying to organize too many

humans into one group.

Mythos, mythtake, drawing

blind conclusions from part

of the elephant in the room.

Closer to the earth, less in

the head, peoples lasted

longer in places over time.

Now, humans all over the 

place, looking for, not

finding, the lost city of gold,

the Golden Age, before the

mythtake of progress drove

it all downhill.

Another mythtake; that knowing

more made us smarter, closer to 

reality, even while we cherish the

wisdom of the ancients.

Getting to the moon didn't help.

Is there life on Mars? Might as

well should have been. Science

even now trying to get over the

mythtake that earth is the center

of life....stupid geniuses...even

Einstein believed in God. So 

much for the predominance of

rational mind.

Still afraid of death,

still afraid of mystery,

looking for a clue in history.

We have a problem with time,

always have, not seeing the

present moment as the only

time there is we can know.

Mythtake builds on the first

double-take, double vision,

into an edifice of cards,

a monument of mental

masturbation, edited to delete

uncertainty;

the only certainty there is.

Guest poet: Daniel Dragomirescu

Destinies

                to Joe Bardy Tisch, a man whith a lot of destinies

Like with all of us,
I had apportioned a few destinies,
crammed one into the other
according to some arcane
previously approved decisions.
These days I vaguely remember them.

In one of them
I was selling happiness to some tourists,
as if it was fairy-floss
at a crowded country-fair – 
they would open their mouths wide,
take one bite,
and then throw it into the next rubbish bin.

Then, from time to time
I would suddenly transform into a 
chubby Father Christmas
- always rushing with a fed up attitude -
to distribute toys made in China
to all those puerile impertinent,
many of whom deserved
a backhand across their faces.
I was whacking them now and then,
when their parents were looking away.
They would scream that
Father Christmas has hit them,
but their parents would explain to them, 
patiently, that in fact, Father Christmas 
does not exist!

Often I would wake up as a customs officer
for thoughts and dreams,
charging duty
for all sorts of high volume subjective goods,
from prayers to palaver,
which were passing, planned or haphazardly,
through people's heads - mine, yours, 
everybody's. I would stack them in a folder
to be evaluated later,
at the Last Judgment.

In the happiest of these destinies
I was becoming a nocturnal clown
with long work experience
into the amusement of your body.

Finally, with the passing of time,
I was introducing myself
as a professor of calligraphy,
in a sordid world where no one
was using pens anymore.
They were all laughing at me,
pounding on keyboards -
monotonous and deadly keyboards.

But all of these destinies
would flicker faintly
like some lights on the edge of the 
horizon, on the edge of time,
which could not dim the brightness
of the stars in the mid-summer 
night sky. Because through 
all of these lives
I loved you!

Door Number Three

What's behind 

door number three?

You're already thinking:

"Ah!  A mystery!"

You really, really, really,

really want to know.

If I said I won't tell you,

you'd shout: "That's not fair!"

If I said there is no

door number three;

"Why did you say so?!"

you'd interrogate me.

Really, only to mess

with your mind...see?

How easy!

But wait, don't give up!

There's still something more!

What do you think is behind

door number four?

After Life

After Life

After the word, the beginning,

came life, after life, after life.

as if, if we just kept trying,

sooner or later, 

we'd get it right.

Don't you get it yet?

The ones that get it right

don't come back, or, do

for what seems an eternity,

only to help others get it.

That's why there are 

comedians, not that getting

it right is a punchline.

Most of the punchlines come

from getting it wrong...

and only in humor, it seems,

do we get much of anything.

What is after life?

The Zen comedian says:

"There is nothing next, this is it!

So, sit until you get it!"

How boring, so, most keep busy

totally frustrated by not getting

anywhere in this mystery.

"Time?" says the bodhisattva,

"I've got nothing but time."

Buddha says nothing.

He just holds up a flower

and smiles.

What's The Hurry?

You're not getting anywhere...

you might survive a while...

experience some pleasure...

a tropical beach long enough

for a few photos and back 

to the grind.

You may get to retirement

and not remember what

life was for.

You may get rich and famous,

its own kind of hell.

You may not succeed and

feel bad about that, or, succeed

and put a Richard Cory bullet

in your head.

So, tell me again...

where are you heading so fast,

will it still be there when you get there,

and will it look like what you imagined?

What I'm saying is the path is the goal:

to be where you are; the journey more

interesting than the destination.

We learn nothing crossing the finish line;

only if the journey has been worthwhile

Birdies And Flowers

Flowers insinuate themselves

into the air.

I pick them, I pluck them,

I don't care.

Birdies twitter in trees

oh so colorfully.

In pies I will eat them,

deliciously.

All natural beauty

only for me. 

I'll only hate garbage

when it's all that I see.

My riches will keep me

away from that sight.

As for everyone else,

I don't give a shite.

Birdies and flowers

how marvelous!

I love them equally;

I'm omnivorous!

Don't worry...

you won't meet me.

When everything's gone,

you might want to eat me.

But I'll be OK

in my underground lair,

caviar and champaign

carefully stored there.

And when you're all through

with having it out,

it's then I'll decide

it's time to come out.

You'll be gone, the earth

once again will be free

for the "haves" to enjoy,

the Morlocks, like me.

Discriminating Americans

The dopes on U Tube,

the ones that don't agree with me,

are entitled to their

serentepidous stupidity.

I can tell, in a minute or less,

as the dialogues progress,

who is copacetic with me.

For example, in a debate 

between a serious pontificanter

and any comedian, the comedian

always wins; his victory 

not taking reality seriously.

The ones that fuss and fume 

and spout should all get out

more often.

Their earnestness is not to earn

respect, rather, looking for

reparations, 

justifications for misery,

preferring victimology,

apathetic identity.

Empower yerselves, 

motherfuckers!

Get two serioso-and-sos

on the same screen and

watch their idiotsyncracy

escalate to the nth degree.

I wish I could write about

birdies and flowers, but 

until the pathetic clowns

of punditry vanish into the

palookasphere, I feel I

have to smash their macho

masochismery...

...rewarded by serene

sensuous sirens

of silence.

Apology To The Audience

Not that there even is one...

lots of political...stuff...well,

critical time in the history

of what's left...so, only

commentating on what's next,

the perfect storm of whatever

you can see and can't is 

happening so quickly we all

feel it and aren't really sure

which direction it's coming

from....so, sorry I'm a bit 

obsessed like everyone

else in the Kali Yuga

auditorium waiting for

the next game, band,

political buffoon; nothing 

else to be except part of

the audience with my

personal pompoms,

going out back for a smoke

during intermissions,

listening to Zappa who

laid now out, back in 1981.

Caitlyn Jenner

Bruce Jenner=>

Wheaties Box Cover

Caitlyn Jenner=>

"Sex Change Regrets"=>

Fruit Loops?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=be2G1SUTYSE

The only thing Bruce wanted to "change"
was not being famous and rich anymore.

The Huff Post article says Caitlyn is proud she has raised awareness of how transgender people have been discriminated against but still is attracted to females.  (She retains her male genitalia,)  She now believes a same-sex relationship would be sinful, says the Huff Post report.  Absurd.  Why is the world expected to follow this twisted drama?

Some Headlines

"See the New York subway fight

broken up by a man calmly

eating Pringles"

(Wall Street Journal)

"Consumer spending

doesn't excite dollar bills."

"Man performs Hemingway

maneuver on self: he never

has to worry about 

breathing again."

Reformed Drunk

I want to get fucked up...

I think now, all that drinking

was a lot because of anger.

I didn't want to be like others,

even way back. Even way back,

civilization was sliding into the dark.

Conformity...wasn't that a meme

of the Fifties? Stepford wives?

Of course it was...now it's become

accepting everyone fanatically

fragmented into whiny trivial

diversity, with the right to collect

whatever they can get from their

self flagellating victimization.

Is 'dis a civilization?

Of course it's not.

I conquered my vices, or, 

they fell off of me like 

snakeskin I was too big for. 

Only one emotion anymore:

hysteria; whether joy-like

hate-like, head-in-the-sand

like. 

Life is passing so fast in front

of our eyes there's no time to

digest what is really happening.

Yes, "America is Number One!"

in this way too. We are the bad

example for the rest of the world.

I'd like to say "Fuck America!"

like I did on my front porch

in Denver a decade ago

before I moved to Mexico.

It was already too late then.

I think I'll just get pizza.

Political Correctness In Colleges, Safe Space And Feminism

These children will never grow up, 

a truly  "lost generation"...

put the FEMA camps to good use...

(call them FEMA campuses),

we can't expect the youth

to save anything,

let alone themselves.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCcp36n2cDg

Volunteer

I raise my hand.

I volunteer to frog-walk

myself into the ocean.

I've had a miracle life...

meeting great enlightened beings...

following the path to enlightenment...

the rest is unnecessary gravy.

I've helped a lot of beings...

written enough poems...

fixed enough toilets...

I'm old enough...that's it!

I'm tired of eating and pooping...

enough already with pleasure!

I'm finished with suffering...

I cede my place on earth to another.

Let all useless people follow me...

let all egomaniacs follow me...

let all psychotics, killers, rapists

follow me...

let the one percent follow me...

let the people in control of others

follow me...

Let the politicians follow me...

let the clergy follow me...

let the CEOs follow me...

let the generals follow me.

Together, arm in arm, we walk

into the ocean...knowing the world

will be better off without us.

It's the least we can do, and the most.

We had our chance and blew it, or not.

It's time for others to have a go.

You get the idea because 

you see the situation...

not a pretty picture.

As Bob Dylan sang: "You'll find out 

when you've reached the top, 

you're on the bottom."

So, let's try to  put things right...

let's wave goodbye together 

in the waves.

The ones that are left will thank us, 

respect us: that's the only way 

that will happen...

maybe the only way 

we can respect ourselves.

I'm old and ready.

If you're old and still want more...

if you're evil and still want more...

if you're crazy and still want more...

if you're powerful and still want more...

if you're selfish and still want more...

you'll never get enough, so, give up

before that last spark of goodness 

goes out...

and you find yourself in space

screaming...

forever.