Wind In Tepoztlan

 More nights of heavy wind this year

is noticeable

noteworthy 

attention to the details 

like at night

when the dogs howl in chorus

a change in the weather

change in the air

change in the wind

“I can feel it, Dave.”

wind chimes changing tune…

Music of the Spheres:

(they must have been referring to something real…)

the wind in the trees

wind whistling through the screen

wind as you hear it build, get closer 

and hit the house like a wave of water.

“Does the flag move, or does the wind 

move the flag?”

“The mind moves.”

Fragmentation Poem

 Glorious day of somebody's’ God…

feeling fit as a fiddle in fine fettle…

in the middle of things, world changes…

science fiction, an anachronism,

can’t keep up.

We split the atom, then we split parts 

of the atom until we came up with nothing.

Meanwhile we go on as if nothing happened…

people writing books about what may be true

or not…reaching for the brass ring, the answer,

something solid to grasp

in this explosion

where there are only pieces.

Pandemicdemonium

 In the beginning was the Virus and the Virus

was with God and the Virus was God.

Next came organized religion.

Any questions?

Atomic Vomit

 C’mon, Pal.

That’s disgusting…

can’t you come up with 

a better title than that?

(Wait ’til you read the rest of it).

particular    particles

                                of memory

                                                 drift

peculiar to oneself

                               what do we

really 

        share

                besides a few faded photos

and old jokes.

We don’t really want to hear faded histories,

     but,

          what else do some of them have?

I used to watch 1930’s Flash Gordon on T.V.

So did many my age.

When Clarabelle the clown on Howdy Doody,

on the last show, said “Goodbye kids”, it

was the only time on the show he ever spoke.

My generation was traumatized.

’60’s rebellion started at that point.

I blame God.

Psychedelic Flash Forward

 Psychedelic seer?

Hard to imagine....so...

I’ll just take some drugs and see.

Ah, I see…..

…I see what you’re saying

on the see saw in the sea of swirling fluidity 

of consciousness and experience…

…some heavy rock and roll to accompany

the heavy seas…

flight of the Valkyries…

domination of the arcs…

a day in the life

of Ivan Ilyich

of Orlando Bloom

of John Lennon

just names out of the cosmic hat…

go ahead…you make something up.

I’m a made man

and I’ve been had, so,

move over, Beethoven,

I’m ready to decompose.

Hell, I’m already deconstructed,

unmasked,

revealed,

exposed,

naked,

defiant,

giggling.

So go ahead with your plans.

I’ll be waiting for you, here, in the future.

Power Off Eating M&M's

Cut off from my artificial intelligence.

Change is happening too fast!

     I have to be plugged into the system!
         ….part of the hive mind! …hip to the trip!

…not eating M&M’s, writing words like a bitch.

Who cares?

It’s such a trivial inconvenience

not worth mentioning….

….besides, M&M’s taste great!

And what was I going to do then, anyway,

when I finally knew the truth? 

Poetry Corner

 

At La Miga for comida with friends,

very early in cool shade of the 

canopy and the trees, sweet music 

playing so poetry corner. Why not?

“Things are very clear when you’re 

cornered.”

Mind if I cut in

                       to reality?

Or does reality cut into me?

What is human spirit?

Team spirit?
Corporate Ethos?

Maybe it’s the magic of being at all alive,

sniffing the air,  eating a final strawberry.

“Meanwhile, the flight of crows had ceased.”

Meaning we go on from here.

You can only do your best with what you have.

Soon, that won’t be true anymore.

Retards will have implants that make them

smarter than Einstein…

athletes will all be bionic so differences of 

sex won’t matter. Humanity is evolving 

exponentially, like it or not.

Wow, what a busy little corner!
I think I’ll listen to the music 

and watch the trees.

Random Poem

 Trying to write my way out of a paper bag…

been trying all my life.

It does seem rather funny,

but it keeps me from cutting my throat

with a knife.

I have a lot to live for, like,

my mustache.

It does feel rather funny, 

but it keeps my nose from slipping off.

Got all of that one.

That’s the shot that hit the spot.

Pardon my Haiku.

Yes, I got high waiting for election results.

It does feel rather funny,

but it keeps me drooling in the corner.

For that, I’ll have my last cigarette…

hold the blindfold!

I feel funny, suddenly, as if I just noticed

the world was on fire.

Cheap Thrills

 These words don’t cost me anything…

sometimes I even make myself laugh.

It’s hard to be old and not want to 

make fun of everybody…curmudgeon

on his porch with a shotgun.

Hey! 

That’s also called going with the flow!

Old muttering women pushing shopping 

carts…going with the flow…

cheerleaders in outfits at football games

going with the flow…

CCP bureaucrats…American Democrats

going along for the ride…

bonfire of the vanities…going with the flow…

Sure, my flow is about as fast as a swamp.

Hey!

That’s also called an ecosystem!

I don’t care what anyone thinks of this old man

sitting alone at the bus station.

Just don’t start blowing bubbles!