Two For 10/1/23

 

Thirty three thousand hits on my blog last month

It must have been a glitch in the Matrix.

It must have been an aberration in the paradigm.

It must have been something somebody ate,

believed,

followed to the death.

I write poems to get even.

 

The Beats were the John the Baptist of Buddhism

in America, the Zenvolution of the spirit

heralding nowness

swimming against the current of the Kaliyuga,

Warriors in a time of degeneracy…

evolving in the present moment....

autonomic genius humanity.