No Tomorrow

 

“Is it today again?” (a young boy).

Everyday experience says it all.

Moments strung together like beads

on a necklace, notches on a gun.

Long term memories scars on our brains.

As you get older, the splices between 

scenes wear out…there are more gaps. 

Thank goodness there are more gaps.

Once the mechanism begins to gear down

there can be simple moments of perception

not founded on anything, clear space.

This is like when we were born.

The middle may have been a muddle.

Things get clear when you’re cornered

by birth or death.

Dreamtime

Uncertain times, like an accident happening,

when time slows down...actually it's the mind

speeding up, in a hurry to make sense of things

before it's too late falling through the air.

It's like that now, a swirl of mixed messages

to the point that you can't tell what's true;

mind in a hurry to make sense of things

shouts out about the current straw it's grasping.

It's fear of death, of course...the death of what

we think we know, what our world is. Imagine

going home and home is no longer there.

Imagine being abandoned in nowhere.

For a Buddhist, it feels like home.

Those that cling to thoughts of the future

are dizzy on this merry-go-round

not on solid ground.

Mexican Birthday Party

No cake….just tequila, cervesa, mezcal

with amazing humans, so gentle and funny!

The birthday boy, Raphael, fifty seven,

was putting it down like a sailor on shore.

Miraculously, though he lost the ability to

speak, he remained as sweet as ever….

a show of real character.

They were all that way; caring people

enjoying each others’ company….genuine,

like meeting my real family.

What's New In Curling?

 

Funny you should ask.

There was a riot and it got out of hand.

The building burned down..all because

somebody got too close to the stones,

then someone else shouted: “COVID!”

and all hell broke loose! It was horrible…

…just as we were starting to have fun.

Poem To My Fans

 

Great fans,

a round of applause if you please!
I need a waving of hands, anything

to create a breeze! It’s too damned hot!
Getting my fans to wave would be cool!

Hey Rube!

 

The carnies are in control.

You can tell because the

media is no more than a shill,

a con. Glassy eyed rubes

are used to it; no difference 

between channels, newspapers, 

movies, schools, total brainwash.

Social media is automatic 

self hypnosis, pumped up ego

nonsense, selfie propaganda,

hollowed out empty popularity, 

content controlled, monitored.

Lose your audience and lose

your mind, your soul gone 

long ago. Snake oil salesmen, 

charlatans, grifters run the show.

This is our brave new world.

Beating Nothing To Death

 

That doesn’t sound too bad.

Could go towards nihilism…

dogmatic dogma is an example…

believe an idea enough to die for…

could anything be more stupid?

Buddhists talk about emptiness.

It’s not nothing. It’s like waiting

for the bus. It’s full of space.

It’s part of experience.

When you find it, you can stop

beating yourself.

Try that.

Sometimes You Just Know

 

It’s called intuition

love at first sight,

premonition

foreboding

the sense that something’s not right

instant friends

sometimes you just know

lots of things like that

that’s the way to go.

It's About Time

Time isn’t that real when you consider

we’re constantly changing….in fact, all we are is

change…we never find ourselves in a permanent

situation. Each day is different, each moment,

whether we notice it or not. You could even say

that eternity is always in a state of change, so in

that sense we are immortal. 

Is a seed a tree? Yes and no. 

Do we live and die? Yes and no.

The clearer I see, the less certainty appears to be,

as well as less necessary.

Soldiers get paralyzed with fear.

Some people are paralyzed by life, more or less.

Carrying too much baggage you can hardly move.

Life is like poetry:

There seem to be individual poems, but really,

there’s just one big one.