Heronymo's Mad Again

 ….and when momma ain’t happy,

nobody’s happy.

What?

You thought Homosap. 

had his shit together?

Guess again.

How many times before in history

did the homunculus think he had it made?

It’s Ozymandias all the way down the line.

Now’s a good time to wake up.

No movie has the FX we see now

in the battle of the projections of reality:

real marches

real riots

real rallies

real looting…

Chauncey Gardner sheeple

desperately trying to change the channel…

a tangle of storylines…

trapped by Umbilicus, the Mother Monster…

so near the mystery you can feel a cool breeze

coming from the void…

everything comes from the void…

when you live in interesting times, you can feel

the void tearing away at the edges of certainty…

this is what it’s like to be born.

Outlaw

 I was a plumber, hence, I was an outlaw.

There was a freedom to be dirty, smelly,

that those that worked in offices didn’t have.

And, blissfuly, we were ignored and shunned.

An acquired taste, to be that way, but it was

simply a useful role, protective camouflage.

Moving among the animals, on the edge of

the herd……sharper because of perspective…

a few friends, Johnsons, also outlaws…at

least, in their minds. We see some others in

their herd blob mentality, trapped in viscosity.

It really is nothing personal. 

As a Buddhist, I wish everyone the best.

There has never been as pivotal a moment

as right now in the history of man.

We are reaching the conclusion of this 

algorithm, the beginning of the next.

That’s why time seems to be moving faster,

that’s why everyone’s getting all worked up,

that’s why some public figures seem to be

losing their minds,

that’s why things look this way,

that’s why I moved to Mexico:

because, once, I heard Jimi Hendrix

Green Horizon

 It’s as good a place to start as any.

Besides, things are looking up.

All systems are a go for the election 

and beyond.

Time for the big dance,

the show we’ve been waiting for,

the fruition of this particular karma;

a special time like 2012

doesn’t happen all at once.

Harbinger green…

like the first robin you see in the spring,

like the first evidence that really exposes

the crimes.

Whatever happens now is so much better

than the alternative.

Or, as Eisenhower said:

"Things are more the way they are now than they ever were before."

Upon Reflection

 I don’t look in the mirror much…

not sure I recognize that fellow there.

Hairs come out of my head…

white ones…I’m molting my body

a few million cells at a time….

the slow flash of my life 

in front of my eyes…

I don’t look in the mirror much…

I see no profit in it…

no profit in regret, revenge or longing…

'dat fellow in the mirror 'dere look like

he don’t care much fo’ dem too.

I don't know what to write

…as if all along I’ve been talking 

to myself in an empty room and

just noticed.

On the other hand it’s nice to go 

back to the box of old photos and

remember what you used to be,

so, there is something after all…

…maybe not much

just the meaning of life

you absentmindedly

stuck in your back 

pocket and sat down on. 

Just A Day

 Love the gentle wind today,

sun bright, sky blue,

change of seasons wafting

anew…a few birds singing

far away….ubiquitous dogs

part of the pueblo landscape…

(strictly adobe) brick, concrete,

not going anywhere…no fire

department.

Weekends are crowded again,

but the town square, the Zocalo,

is still closed. Mexico: The 

Country That Almost Works.

Mask Communication

 The masks are on

and the muzzles are not far behind, 

in fact, Facebook et. al.

are trying to mask their muzzling

as “community protection policy”

doublespeak if there ever was.

Meanwhile the usual suspects 

have always been masked

behind fake smiles

behind lies of good intention

behind words that say

what they think you want to hear

will believe

will succumb to

even while they’re busy

stealing your lives.

The acceleration to the 2020 election

 Robert Anton Wilson 2012.. Not an exact correlation,

butt you'll learn something about what's happening now.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wVC0FcSRxL8

Lying In Bed

 I don’t have to get up…

I used to have to.

For years I got up at five,

meditated for two hours,

then went to work.

That’s what I had to do.

I did it.

I had no choice.

Now, I have a choice.

I choose to stay in bed

as the world twists and turns

writhing in extremis

as chaotic as it ever was.

I will get up eventually…

what goes down must come up.

Life was anything but perfect,

and yet, it was and is 

full of miracles

like lying in bed

writing a crappy poem

that (no one knows how)

saves someone’s life…

all because I got up at five

to meditate

for years.

Zen To Dzogchen

“Hi!”

“ High, how ya doing?”

“Fine…and you?”

“Fine….Next!!”

“There is no Next!!”

“I knew that….”

I was Zenning along, in a Dzogchen way…

I could hear the birdies singing…

they seemed to say:

“You have broken my heart, and that’s ok….

as we sing the broken heart/world song

….all the way.”