Efemal (for Peter Barbieri)

I discovered a wonder drug, called “Efemal".

Now, I don’t care about the inheritance,

the rich guy in Medellin that fucked me over,

losing my cell phone,

the end of the world.

Thanks to Efemal I’m free of care

about the homeless, immigrants, 

the starving in Africa, I leave food

on my plate…

..no regrets

about my family

lost friends

lost loves

lost inspiration

lost aspiration

I’ve given up trying

thanks to Efemal.

"tiny buffalos"

tiny buffalos roam in the wilderness

of my mind teeny brutes throwing 

what little weight they have around

rampaging against space barely a

whisper you are soon to become 

extinct then just grass in the wind

Sky Manoeuvre

Man oeuvre board

slip sliding over minds’

Rube Goldberg devices

trying to get things straight.

Life should come with its own

Swiss Army knife..somebody

must already have known

how to get to the truth.

Doh! 

The poets and all the artists!

And the Enlightened Ones!

Meanwhile, back at the kitchen sink,

Armondo wonders what he’s doing

standing there with a grilled cheese 

sandwich, staring out the window. 

Ensconsed

“They’ll never get me here…” hidden at the end

of a line…”Xiol, where the road ends” is my new

address…about ten houses here like that…new

desk and bed all I need to get cracking writing

stuff few will ever read…no matter; it’s what I do/

it’s all I do.

Just wanted to let who know it feels better than 

narco cheesy palace waiting for the man, waiting

for the chickas, waiting  ’til it all falls apart, and 

what did you think was going to happen anyway?

“Come and get me!” all those who live and die 

because money says so….”NO!” I’ll live simply,

asymmetrically as always in the world trying 

to standardize itself into extinction, perfection the

latest version of hell posing as heaven.

“You can’t catch me!” because I was 

gone at birth

it’s just taken my whole life

to find myself.

"A tree stares me in the face"

A tree stares me in the face…

says nothing

cloudy and cool

clean shaven

free again.

A Trump In Progress

laying down the cards

slowly and painfully…

watch the expressions

on the faces of the other players

Another First Night

Started out again in many new places….

Elgin, Illinois…Columbia, South Carolina,

Medellin, Colombia….

I remember Portland, Oregon…the bathtub,

and breakfast at the diner in the mornings…

Medellin…a guy with nice speakers lost his mind….

Tepoztlan…like some one pulled the rug out,

put it back just as suddenly.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gO17hN-YvBc

Back

Back in Tepoztlan after foray into Medellin

cocaine crazed old friend kicked me out of

narco macho cheese palace for my last few

days, it’s haunted, I tell you, the whole 

shebang notwithstanding brass rails like a 

pirate ship in the Caribbean, and the racist

step mother died last night but she helped 

my father so trauma ordinary yet unsettling

seems to be the order of the day…

wow…like passing a bowling ball as Robin 

Williams was won’t to say for a long time 

maybe nothing happens then, suddenly, every

thing happens at once, is that enough cliche?

So, getting out of not only the house but the

environment was necessary to break the spell…

…what else ya got? now I’m in the house I 

lived  in for seven years transferred to old 

friends made  them happy so I won’t take it 

back need a  clean break from that life too 

(if I can just find a good barber here) looking 

out clean old windows at the green bush with 

mauve flowers I once and still love.

Yeah, call me a yoyo in more ways than one

someone said the world was one big emergency room

Escobar Lives

Still, in Medellin, his spirit is here

in the high rise narco palaces

in the brothel atmosphere

in the first world gleam

in the nicely dressed, 

good smelling people…

this is the house that Pablo built

and his essence remains

in their souls.

Goodbye Escobar Goodbye Medellin

The whole city is a brothel. 

A white cloud yesterday to the right

of a double rainbow in the shape

pf a “C”. Cocaine capital pleasure

center first world industrial fun

built to lust and I crashed and 

burned as collateral damage to my

friend’s self destruction, the only 

way the cocaine story ever ends.

This is what money can do penthouse

narco cheese palace with brass

bannisters and two hidden wall safes

should have been a clue the bad vibes

annealed to the tortoise shell mirror

his money turned to cheap pure blow

and he blew his little boy into oblivion.

Aphorism June 9

There is no good and evil in Buddhism,

no right and no wrong…

there is only sanity and insanity,

sanity to the point of enlightenment.

Rinse and Repeat

“Woke up, got up, went out and got laid.”

John Lennon’s diary…

same old same old

nothing new under the sun.

New, improved Cheer,

the latest i phone,

Green New Deal

haven’t we met somewhere before?

Fad mind impossible to stand still,

marching on into brave new world

where progress is blind faith of dream

utopia, Xanadu, paradise we numbly

don’t get there.

Too much time, too much time…

‘in a minute there is time for decisions

and revisions which a minute will reverse.”

Buddha had so much time, he tried to

figure out reality until he wore himself out

to the point that all he could do was sit

under a tree for seven years when it dawned

on him that nothing needed to be done,

that resistance, insistence, and ignorance

are futile, 

that the continuously arising claymation

was just the game of phenomena afoot,

…so, he played.

Not In The Mood

Not in the mood to write…

not in the mood for debate

not in the mood to demonstrate

not in the mood to pull you out

of the gutter, but, I’ll try.

Not in the mood for political pundits

not interested in being correct

we all have thoughts I’m sorry

they give you such a hard time.

Love sitting here smoking, looking out

the window, music, coffee, not wasting

time in trivial pursuit of happiness… if 

it’s here, you have it…if not it’s 

impossible to find.