Armies Just Want To Have Fun

Credenzas just want to hold cups

…dogs…lick…absently…

…compulsive…heaving…flags…

…automatons…patrol…noiselessly…

…wanton contagious facade…

Mandelbrot crusin’ for threadbare

revelation…

something…

anything…

slipping through the fingers…

“You look alright, you really do.”

featherweight examination

cursory

shallow

lame

turbid

prefuctory

                   social

                              fabric

                                        hanging

by a thread.

                              

                        

        

Happy New Year

Grinning cynical Santa,

pipe perfect:

“Here’s the presents…

get on with life.

Let me be blunt,

no mo ho ho ho.

The elves got me some

absinthe, and I’m singing

the blues. Aw, heck…

It’s always a downer after

delivery…postpartum

present depression. Like 

Sisyphus, do it again

next year. And, I’m not

even real.

So, gird your loins, boys

and girls, and get ready 

for the sleigh ride.”

Music From A Farther Room

Fleeting attraction  (sigh)

lost opium dream

smell of cigar, perfume, aged

wood and tapestry

rich mystery

secret intrigue

deep emotion

bodies dressed in language

of sophisticated predators

sated  by the kill

calmly looking over the herd

a mogul nods and a life is changed…

the pianist changes key

a waiter enters with a message on a tray…

….forever.

Retirement

Stoned, of course…..

listening to the Grateful Dead

eating fried chicken

staring out the window

writing down words.

It doesn’t get any better than this…

it will get worse.

Just another deck chair on the

Titanic we think of as our lives.

I retired from helping Chogyam

Trungpa bring Buddhism to the West.

I retired from plumbing, acting, 

teaching…worn out, no venue.

I retired from worrying about family,

friends, the nation, the world, the

universe….life itself.

It’s all ok by me.

You go, all those things!

Jolly good luck!

I’ve put in my two cents, tried to help,

did what I thought was best…can’t be

blamed if I hadn’t much success.

How many people die without regret?

How many items on your bucket list?

I retired from doing into being

and, man, it’s sweet.

Empty Mirror

The Big Bang happened

when you walked through the front door,

when the boss told you to come to

the office, 

when you saw your child being born,

when your teacher slapped you in the face.

Some things end, but nothing ever finishes

in the tamasha called samsara….

ripples of karma echo down the time wave.

We only know we were asleep

when we wake up from the dream.

Meditation Poem

refrigerator........................

barking     far enough away

tinnitus

barking closer

semi-truck downshifting

.................refrigerator.............(clunk)

still breathing

"I wonder, oh, how I wonder!"

breathing

body

dry mouth

"Is this all there is?"

yes

repeat until words no longer appear on the page

Editorial: The News

Sad era despite the propaganda of hope…

look around, is this the way people should 

behave? 

Common sense says no.

Political Correctness is an oxymoron.

Since when have politicians behaved 

correctly? P.C. is just another attempt

to legislate behavior. In a word: control.

Thank goodness for

Roger Stone

Alex Jones

Milo Yannapolous

Donald Trump

Trey Gowdy

Tucker Carleson and others

who speak as if one voice,

and expose lying traitors 

and their deadly lies.

Their cell towers and cell phones, MSM’s

cascade of obfuscation, have driven many 

Americans to the brink of insanity. The truth 

has been kept from them since Kennedy 

until Trump, and now that is becoming clear.

It hurts, and America is freaking out.

Back To The Present

People on I Phones

falling into manholes…

it happens, folks!

Not many tightrope 

between Twin Towers, 

but, what about those

that slip taking selfies?

If you stay away from 

the present too long

accidents may happen…

you might forget to change

your underpants…

some people forget to eat.

That level of self absorption

is not healthy. 

Just remember Ted Kaczynski.

Guest Post: Michael White

Politics in American - Part II

the mind cannot grasp the enormity

of what lies beyond

our bounded vision

nor the splendor of the mysterious

which seems offensive to the small mind

humanity is not important

to the universe

the base elements

are our better nature

operating on universal necessity

not the tribalism

racism

sexism

homophobia

nationalism

xenophobia

which the pimps of death

push in the brutality of war

humanity will leave no trace

our few years

pass like the blink of the cosmic eye

while the great splendor of nature

the hawk’s cry

the waves breaking on the shore

roll on

unconcerned with humanities’ ill gotten fate

poetry opens to greater wholeness

in continual discovery

we awaken to this great presence

pulled forth from the somnambulism of nature

conscious for a moment

capable of contemplation

of recognition of great nature

then gone again

Politics In America: A Summary

An incestuous, criminal gene pool

on it’s way out due to inbreeding.

Inventory

I am this

body

      

            temporarily present

ruled by

        intangible

                 mind 

a magic

         matter

               manifestation

arising out of 

          naked energy

                   becoming visible

intelligent meat dream

           accidental thought

                   given form

a twinkle in the eye

           of spawning generations.

Might as well make the best of it

            free oneself from future plans

                     and live right now.

Maybe....Maybe

maybe I should knuckle down and be a writer

a bananas afterworld cosmonaut

hitchhiking up a twisted canyon

maybe I should get to know my neighbor

always behind closed blinds with his girlfriend

maybe I should buy insurance, get a dog,

start believing in something for god's sakes

all the things I could do...maybe I'm not 

doing enough of them...or not the right ones...

or not in the right order

I could get a life coach and charge it 

to my parents...

maybe I should just embrace my life,

but I don't know how to get my arms around it

maybe a dada lemonade stand

maybe a "One Man March on Washington";

auto-da-fe on the steps of the Capitol

make a statement

be somebody

man up

maybe i should just relax 

and forget about the whole thing

In The Eye Of The Hurricane

Howling all about

all around…layers

of twisted speed…

air gone mad.

Automations

dressed in black

swirl in city streets 

in the rush of the hour

dark cloud storming

dispersing 

to predestination. 

Lucky to be able to 

see it in the eye,

the open moment

spawned by momentum,

center of the merry-go-round 

of the potter’s wheel

roulette of cause and effect…

…look at them spin

their ideas and see their faces

grin in the fun house mirror…

plastered against the wall

of mind stream current

inevitability.