Zen Diagram

Waiting For A Clue

Waiting for a clue

from the unborn

to be born anew

in a new way, face, 

face a new music,

clouds, fingertip whorl…

only change is certain, and,

all will not be.

Poem "X"

X factor….Deus Ex Machina…

who would have thunk God

would fit into a little pill?

Feels like heaven… 

what God wants us to feel?

Knocking on heaven’s door.

Exlibris…

do we even own ourselves?

X-communion…not for or against,

rather, with it, hip, part of nature,

like a fat man in the bathtub.

Like B. Franklin said: “Wine is proof 

that God loves us.”

Same for drugs, or, God wouldn’t

have invented plants….His way of

showing what’s possible.

Burnt Masterpiece

“Take a masterpiece..burn it a little…

makes it even better.”  C. Trungpa

Burnt out on struggle, survival, ambition,

goals, 

plans and dreams, 

schemes for self improvement,

hope that things will get better, 

so, now,

seeing perfection of things as they are. 

Good Morning #?

Have coffee yet?

Catch up on the news?

It’s today again.

Can’t top precision

of each moment

as it is.

Be there

or be square one

anyway.

“You trying to start something?”

‘I thought I already did…although,

hard to know

when it started.”

Puffy face…features starting to blur

together….too many iterations, cell

replacement, code gets fuzzy, DNA

whiplash.

Old people were respected because

there weren’t that many…if you got old,

you must have done something right.

Nowadays, anyone can be kept alive 

well beyond a reasonable expiration date.

But, still, this sunny day rates a ten.

Air In The Morning

Wafting air breeze sun and clouds

chaotic atomic decadence dance

sharp amoebic disingenuousness

slap in the face thanks…needed that

words with meaning drip dry ready

on the rocks in the bag over the target

all I need is a windmill

straight up

no chaser.

Ambushed

Tired too

of the nonsense now

of so called civilization

“is dis a civilization?” when 

Monday Night Football is all

you can be pretty sure of.

Fuck God…

pretty sure I’m the first 

to put that in a poem…

now you’ve been ambushed.

Time’s Square, NYC, 1953

you can’t see the space

because of the buildings…

you can’t see the buildings

because of the advertisements.

Ambushed over time

by layers of an onion

complex, 

without meaning,

Tinsel covered Xmas tree in the trash…

ambushed by empty boxes, torn ribbons,

emptiness that everything you know is wrong.

Story 13-B

I’d drive from Winfield, Illinois to Geneva,

a bit to the west, in my first car, a Chevy

Corvair death trap (the engine actually fell 

out while I was driving once) to see my High

School friend, Katie whose family was high 

falutin’, but I was ok because my dad was 

a well known Chicago lawyer. Katie was in 

New York City once and guy at a corner 

grabbed  her elbow and said “I think we can 

make this  light.” It was Johnny Carson. I’d 

go there  sometimes at night to get away 

from my  family. I’d watch Johnny Carson 

on T.V. with Katie and her mom, who bore 

a striking resemblance to a Pekinese. I went 

to her house for a couple of brunches. Her 

dad was there. He sold insurance for race 

horses, and, (I don’t  know why because I 

seldom spoke to adults… maybe it was 

because he sold insurance for race horses) 

I went up to him and said something like: 

“So, how’s business?” or  something equally 

dumb. He huffed and walked away. When 

the engine fell out of the Corvair, I hid behind 

a tree until the people that came to tow it 

stopped laughing.

Dead Poets

Just as good as when they were alive…

better maybe 

without the messy consequences.

With time, only the good ones’

voices still sing…

now that’s natural selection!

My mind as a time capsule 

of the future

already opened.

Glad All Over

It’s a cryin’ shame,

Mr.Unreliable….

I’m standin’ at the crossroads,

so, start me up 

so you can see

the shape of things to come.

Yesterday was scrambled eggs…

today and tomorrow are free…

it’s all over now.

Don’t try too hard, you’ll hurt yourself.

Idiot wind, take it easy…

Nowhere man, 

you can’t always get what you want.

Tangled up in blues, 

watch for that one clear moment.
Beginning to see the light?

I think somebody’s 

trying to tell you something.

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