Live Streaming Burning Man

Listening to 60’s acid rock…there’s

a 747, a pyramid, a stupa…I can

see a jeep pulling the jet, a line 

of people in procession…a gigantic 

onion comes into view, dwarfing 

the plane…the Progress moves 

behind a rainbow arch into a sparely

populated area with no sign of 

stopping…

…in the foreground, a line of port-o-

potties, a van festooned with a 

second floor, people moving in lines

across the sand like code on a screen…

…now it looks like de Chirico, tight line

of horizon. distinct yet abstract forms;

giant “Ha Ha” stark white letters in the

foreground as the jet comes to a stop.

In Other News

It’s a toss-up between enraged denial

and realizing that everything 

you thought you knew is wrong.

It’s not easy giving up something 

you’ve clung to your whole life,

but people die every day.

Holding on is understood. 

We don’t know what letting go is for.

Forget survival, 

‘cause it ain’t gonna happen…

then what?

Death, rebirth, 

in this existence or the next.

Pay me now or pay me later.

Let go of the rope.

Simulacrum

For all I know, I got here yesterday,

with memories of a life I thought I once had.

Logically, it doesn’t make sense that I would 

have quit drinking, let alone move to Mexico.

Am I the star of my own Truman show?

Like Eliot’s music from a father room

it’s impossible to say just what I mean;

but imagine that the magic lantern is everything…

that we are in the magic lantern, the hologram,

played by some million year old alien genius.

I must say, the church bells at night 

are a nice touch.

“Kind of outsmarted you, eh, Little Chum?” *

gangland gang-bang chain gang gangrene

you never know what’s coming out of there…

over acted, unredacted, a little hard to swallow.

But why should you get to make the rules?

Narrative, scenario, point of view…

what you see depends on what 

you’re looking at and how it affects your mind.

But why should you get to chose the material?

Trash talk, Newspeak, logical fallacy…

lying to create a false perspective, then, 

turning up the heat to make it seem more true.

But why should you get to fabricate the news?

I prefer cartoons to newscasters’ earnest appeal.

To my mind, none of them ever seemed that real.

Line ‘em up all against a wall, 

and have ‘em write their last editorial. 

Accountability In The Kali Yuga

“What we have here is a failure to communicate.”

—Cool Hand Luke

The Pope just apologized for the latest reveal

of Catholic pedophilia wrongdoing….

a different wrongdoing than the United States 

Government the last fifty years….

a different wrongdoing than Shambhala 

Organization the last twenty years….

but, nonetheless, wrongdoing that was immoral,

illegal, and ruined peoples’ lives.

It’s as if natural morality has been supplanted

worldwide, and replaced with the basest of 

human instincts.

A revolution is taking place, beginning in the USA 

but worldwide, to get humanity back on an 

ethical track. If Trump succeeds, this will happen.

He and others are, literally, trying to reverse the 

Kali Yuga.

I wonder if they’ll succeed?

A Secret Life Of Squirrels

"It's not all about storing nuts.

It's keeping track of the world

on a rodent level."

This seemed to make sense to him

at the time. It did explain the closet

full of acorns.

He successfully masqueraded as a

school bus driver, with an impeccable

driving record.

His neighbors remembered him as a 

quiet man who kept to himself. All the

people in that neighborhood were quiet

people that kept to themselves, until

some glitch unhinged one or the other.

Then, it would be interesting for a couple

of hours or days until normality subsumed.

The broken individuals were seldom seen 

or heard of again. 

Born On Another Planet

It was/is called “earth"

just another planet,

chunk of matter,

temporary,

moving through infinity,

a big deal for specks of life

scurrying around on its surface,

continuously devolving kaleidoscope

of existence the only show in town.

Born again? New born? First born?

Bairn for no apparent reason…child

of illusion…why earth?    why me?

Wheeeeeeeeeeee!

Foreign/alien used to mean the same 

things….still do….but some aliens are

out of this world!! From another planet!

I’m not happy with my world today,

which is why I say:

“It’s not my goddamned planet, Monkey Boy!”

Ode To Joy

Fancy free.

Fantasy free.

Free of torment,

of the tormenta of

discursive mind.

The calm before the storm.

The calm after the storm.

Jiggling your knee 

open eyed in the rain.

It’s always there, 

and you just missed it!

Sudden Glimpse #1

another afternoon at the cosmic cabaret

gargoyle busybodies infest the lattices

fishnet slattern dakinis pose languidly

beware the mild mannered looking guy

hookah smoke and expresso dregs…

the floor show is whomever is passed 

out at the moment…anthem of stale

beer aroma reminder of what happened

last night (you’d rather not know)…in this

arena of uncertainty, purview of 

questionable delight…if you haven’t been

there, you might be square.

Marble Blowtorch

Michelangelo’s David sears beauty into the mind

to scar a memory

as all art leaves a mark

from wondermind that is far more lasting

than words 

a code a wink a nudge of infinity you can’t unsee

you carry through your lives

for just that moment

when you can understand.

A Carrot On A Shtick

That’s what all the song and dance is about

with the false shamans, the gurus in over 

their heads, lying leaders, you name it, they’re

all men and women behind their sociopathic

curtains trying  to sell you certainty. They 

“prepare a face to fleece the faces that they 

meet.”  which you can see on the stick they 

give to hold in front of you,  but you just 

numbly don’t get there…. so,  beware  

and use your head.

Shambhala In Shambles

because of a sham/scam

(they always seem to go

hand in hand) another

“man behind the curtain”

moment/reveal that never

should have had to have

happened (we believed 

so hard) another promise

broken.

Five (for Ludwig)

human nature breaks free

crazy maybe looks that way

put it into a form and get Beethoven

Klee, Keaton, Elvis, John…

…even they can’t tell you where

they came from.

In that human joy groove manifesting

moment to moment spontaneous

dance what could go wrong it doesn’t

no time for that so it comes out perfect

in ever time like the sun or a bird song…

that’s how you can tell you’re still alive.

One Size Fits All

“God is on your side…

never a dull moment…

you get what you pay for…

ask the man who owns one.”

Slipping on dog shit...falling on my back in it.

Do I care enough to go home and change 

clothes, or, do I get coffee, accept the stares? 

I go home, change, not ready yet for that 

notoriety, though,

I notice I’m getting close.

“At the end of the day, 

that’s what it’s all about…

you know what I mean?”

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