Might As Well Could Have Happened

I was taken to an alien location...

ship or planet when I was 1-2

years old and re-inserted to my 

family with knowledge of a purpose,

or mission that was at first embryonic,

but soon became a certain way of

questioning when looking at the world.

I didn't believe words that came out 

of mouths. Certain authors, poets, 

gave me clues as to what was going 

on in human existence, until I

discovered Buddhism and met 

enlightened beings. I followed the

instructions and discovered eventually

that we are the aliens. The other aliens

are no more alien to us that weird Uncle

Harry. In fact, they might be nicer. It's

other humans one has to be wary of.

Dancing To Beethoven

Any music can be danced to...

even just sound itself. 

Since life is improvisation,

might as well dance to it.

A painting by Matisse of dancers

is itself experienced by the viewer

as a dance...a play is a dance of

stilted movement....birds dance to

make other birds...words are music...

the elders knew dancing was sanity.

Beethoven's Third wasn't just dancing...

it was also fucking...which proves that

fucking is also dancing.

Nothing Happens

What if something really big

hit the earth and turned it into

dust?

There won't even be a memory

left of humanity...as if the earth

never happened.

The universe wouldn't blink 

an eye. 

If nothing happens, how can there

be karma? How can something that

didn't happen affect future events?

It doesn't, and yet, it does...for the

same reason as why thoughts 

travel faster than light.

The same reason as we seem to 

exist, and yet experience is 

constantly changing. You can't 

put your finger on a table and say:

"This is real." because it's only 

a temporary phenomenon. Human

experience is even more ephemeral.

We might have a table in our house...

The table in the morning is pretty 

much the same as it will be in the 

evening. We however, might feel,

(usually do), completely different than

the way we felt in the morning. Yet,

we still answer to our names, put on

a smile and pretend things are great,

trying to make it all seem real and

really happening in a way we expect

it to be, in the worst cases.

"Let's Write A Surreal Poem" (under the influence of....surrealism)

What,

you me and that giraffe

over there?

OK, 

but the Giraffe has to start.

Giraffe:

I miss the voluptuousness

of the African plains.

You:

A fish is plagiarism.

Me:

Mayonnaise or bayonette

would go nicely with some

capers and 

the Second World War.

Giraffe:

I'm so horny I could 

fuck a water buffalo.

You:

Dare I remind you of the

Second Amendment and the

implications of peace in our time?

Me:

Well, since you put it that way, 

I have no recourse but to evolve

suddenly into an etherial plane, else

to be subject to endless excelsior.

Giraffe:

I smell like a flamingo.

I must have pissed myself.

You:

Giraffe, always thinking of yourself.

That's why they call you guys animals.

Me:

Well, since you put it that way, I have no

blah blah blah except this ba-na-na.

Thoughts From A Drained Swamp

Pupils deliver

dead set reckoning

a mist on the shoals

not enough time yet for

the wound to have healed

and already another operation

on the edge of our...lives

you can see clearly from 

any seat in the house...looks

like another encore

rainy season is longer 

this year...

pass the everything

while there still is some

Coda

The Zen poet at his table,

in front of him an open window,

the wabi-sabi, the tamasha,

co-emergent; feeling the

wind from butterfly wings in

Kyoto on his cheek as the

shakuhatchi from his radio

ripples the waves of 

Washington.

Will he continue in this floating

world, or, fade like the imprint

of a crane in the sky? 

Hara-kiri was never his forte...

but, tsunami, divine wind.

Nature doesn't get pissed off...

it evens things out over time.

In Media Res

No end, no beginning,

everything starts in the

middle of things already

apace. We play "catch up"

and mesh with other gears.

No wonder we can't 

understand how it all began.

We grab a handle and hang 

on for dear life.

Or, let go, and find the place

it starts, the place it always was.

Jar Of Flies

Attraction to the truth,

not the lies, now that

truth has taken down

their illusion vamp.

I'm in no one's camp.

I wait to see what comes

out of this jar of flies. 

Trump's Win

Most of the babies that are crying now

will soon forget there even was an 

election, their attention spans being 

what they are. Trump's win was 

rope-a-dope executed masterfully.

He kept himself in the public eye,

daring the pundits and the pols to hit

him, which they did with everything 

they had, but all the blows turned out

to be glancing, and didn't affect his

momentum. It did affect the Dems, 

who flailed wildly at the end, like 

George Foreman about to go down.

Trump sold himself like a product, 

keeping the eyes on himself and

driving his opponents crazy. Very

smart. The Dems thought people

weren't paying attention, but, it 

turns out, they were.

Election Weather

After election,

rain falling outside, there was

a moment of peace.

Discombobulated

as if someone changed 

the scenery, just slightly,

but didn't tell me.

On the internet, waves

of foment, aftershock...

that was a big one.

Proposal For A New College Course

"What Went Wrong?"

In this course we will study global

history beginning with the industrial

revolution. The purpose of this course

is to understand how and why Homo

Sapiens fucked up to the point of

destroying the species, and if remedial

action could save the planet. We will

examine the advertising industry as a

function that sells without moral

constraints and as the driving force

behind the cult of materialism and the

metastasizing of the American Dream. 

We will examine how this sickness has

infected every aspect of public life;

education, government, sports, the arts,

and public opinion. What if anything can

be done to reverse the brainwashing?

We will examine the phenomenon of 

Donald Trump, and how his campaign 

has exposed this sickness that threatens 

the existence of intelligent life on the earth.