Medellin 6.2.2

Found gooooooood coffee…

even too strong it’s 

excruciatingly delicious…

what else expected from Juan Valdez?

…awake in vajra space 

geometric for aesthetic convenience

the angles just make the impact

more yummy.

“If it was space, it would have bit you”

…oxygen deprivation to the brain

is a great sensation to the mind…

mind over matter…”it doesn’t matter

…never mind”…(hey, I was only a C+

student!)…

…it all depends, 

given an infinite universe, time,

and infinite possibilities,

that everything will happen…

…one slip of the mouse and the computer 

ate my cheesy thought stream…I thought 

it was on track, a good meme, a worthy

rail to go down…and BOOM!…gone like

a brain hemorrhage train hemorrhage…

ah, shit….it’s just like taffy…it just keeps 

coming...I’m glad something still does…

now what I’m writing's trivial compared to 

what I had going…oh…something about…

the South of USA  (Carolina is where I was)

has PTSD from 1860 still…it was good, 

whatever it was…(damned fingers)…

(found some I lost) :

“It’s city living

personal space to defend from

the vastness…

…a bagel appears and I rip

the cigarette from my lips

to enjoy it’s taste…

…it’s like the Twenties in Paris

right here right now because

it’s my reality…

…but then, I digress,

I must confess,

back to the cappuccino…”

…the train, the groove, the world, et. al.,

is on the move, ya just gotta get with it ..

“busy being born or busy dying”…

essential to have options…wiggle room…

not nailed to a cross like Our Friend…

”I must be Jesus because every time I pray 

I find I’m talking to myself”…king of the 

homo-saps…who knew?

too soon?  ….and so I wait…for what…

another cliche…nothing I haven’t seen or 

don’t understand…of course there are 

aliens, out-of-this-world species…normally,

humans perceive only three dimensions,

except for the Karmapa and other 

enlightened ones, and the “dimented”, 

trapped between time space….oh, yes, 

they exist…just recall: The Beatles…too

obscure? too soon?

…too very very?  hey, Kat likes it…all cozy

in bed, cool breeze blown…I like just sitting 

here…fuck Godot…

…Celine though…may have been a Nazi, 

not worse than the thousands brought into

USA…Operation Paperclip…

,,,can’t get away with: “I was just doing my 

job.”…if it was just your job, you could 

have quit….no….it was your duty,..that’s

why you got hung…poor Orwell…poor

Pound…too smart for their own britches…

but, “who knew” Socialism was a 

Rothschild’s baby…not Hemingway, 

Oppenheimer…Bukowski didn’t care…

Trump has them by the pussy…

….more fun than a barrel of monkeys 

doesn’t seem like that much fun. not like…

…waiting with no expectation which is not

really waiting but something else stream of

electrons…the “big note”…(duly noted)…the 

smell of Chicago…my dad’s office…a cork

lined room…(can’t remember if I read it)…

a celestial palace of one’s own without 

Darth Vader…what else to do on a 

Sunday (or is it?) afternoon except read 

the obituaries…pray like Madonna for a 

new face…pray like Nicholson and 

Jagger for one more orgasm…

speaking of orgasm, I saw your mother 

the other day, and she looked great! like, 

twenty years younger! I asked her: 

“What did you do to your hair?”  

“Nothing..” and she blushed…

…how can you get de-railed from a 

stream of consciousness? I guess it 

might have something to do with how 

swift the stream is…it’s going to be a

looooong….joint wonderful barber we 

have…they look like kids though full

grown people with sweet miniature bull-

dogs huffing around….

…fucking great coffee.