Part Two

Music cold dark sweet doom jazz mellow

like watching out the window of a diner

a few shady characters punctuate the sidewalk 

cars zoom zoom incognito splashing puddles

steam from sewer grates migrates upward

lamppost oasis in the gloomy darkness

a few diners, bars, flop houses still open

clatter, hiss, chatter, skid, curse, sing, glee

the whole place is alive but don’t 

let it get to you it flows flow with it just

don’t never get heavy with the heavies.

April 29

Or is it?

Depends on when you’re reading it.

I’m writing it now, you’re reading it now.

Is that a different now? Is it the same now?

Does it help to understand the words knowing 

when it was written?

I think not, what say you?

Have we just proven that truth is eternal in the now?

Got me?

You got me so I can’t sleep at night,

or, is that just me overthinking?

Yeah, that’s it, you don’t really got me

now, but don’t let that stop you.

Right You Are

Right you are then, anything you say…

father knows best, what? Wink wink,

nod nod…no, no need to explain…I’ll

take your word for it…you’re Aces with

me, indeed in deed…I can see by the cut 

of your jib that you’re a good feller, fine

by me. Just take off all your clothes now, and

after the cavity search you’ll be on your way.

Remembrance

Getting older, memories are the most 

of what you have

left

to hold on to if you want to hold on to

something anything it all was so real we

thought it would never end those were the

days weeks months years decades it adds up

to time passed and who cares, if your immortal,

but you’re not.

Easter Sunday and A Confession

It’s not that existence is prosaic, it’s that

we forgot what we are, got trapped in bodies 

in a confusing world. It’s what the Gnostics 

believed and practiced until they were genocided

by the Catholic Church that needed people to

believe in something so that they could maintain 

power and control.

You didn’t know?

Living your prosaic lives preferring entertainment 

over art, where the truth is revealed?

Don’t take it too hard…no one told you the truth

because they didn’t know either, so you “went on

in a fog thinking nothing had happened” until the

airplane you’re in suddenly crashes and you walk

away where others died in the wreckage, and you

think “ why me?” good question.

Without a question there can be no answer.

A Confession

I was in a play my senior year at Carleton College

in Northfield, Minnesota. I connected with a guy who

was also in the play. We decided to have an adventure 

together to solidify our friendship. A Saturday night after

the performance, we went out and started walking around 

Northfield. We were passing a Catholic Church, and we 

stopped. We had the bright idea that we would get into the

Church and steal the communion wine. We walked around 

the building and found an unlocked window. I crawled in 

and hung by my hands, my body stretched out, but my feet 

didn’t touch the floor. It was total darkness. I let go, and 

dropped to the floor only two feet below. I went upstairs 

and let my friend, Peter, in. We wen to the priest’s chambers

and looked through his robes. Then we found a refrigerator.

When we opened it, we discovered a gallon bottle of red 

wine, probably Gallo. We took the wine, left through the front

door, and went to the railroad tracks. Once we were settled, 

we proceeded to drink the wine and tell each other stories all

night.  The sun started to come up and the wine was gone, so

we walked back to the campus, arm in arm singing loudly.

As we walked down the sidewalk past some dorms, people

stuck their heads out of windows and yelled at us to be quiet,

but we kept on singing. As we past a girls dormitory, 

suddenly, the front door flung open and a naked man ran out

past us, down the sidewalk and disappeared. A girl in a robe 

came out a minute later, and we told her what we had seen.

She said the man had been hiding in her closet, and when she

opened the door, he dashed out and ran away.

That was a perfect coda to our adventure.

Post script:

I committed a crime against the Catholic Church

fifty years ago and never got caught. I’m very 

proud of that. I sometimes wonder what the priest

thought when he opened the refrigerator door that

Sunday morning.

Cosmouniversalis

I’m a man of my world with a mind of its own.

Don’t mind if I don’t mind if I do.

We live in an aftermath of so many things,

a horrible hora, dance of death, trying to 

come back, remember humanity, but evil 

hasn’t yet been defeated.

But, hey, Monkey Boy, it ain’t my fucking planet!

Pardon me, but, you are a robot, aren’t you?

“The universe wouldn’t blink if earth was destroyed.”

All the science fiction is now fact, and there aren’t 

 a lot of new ideas because the future is coming so

fast it’s hard to keep up with. Is this part of evolution?

You’re either on or not on the Bus?

Are you on a path at all,

let alone to the stars?

If you think you have all the  answers,

maybe you just haven’t found the right question.

Painting Yourself Into A Vaccine

The death agenda of the Deep State

is in full swing…they’re going door to 

door trying to get everyone vaccinated.

The unbrainwashed aren’t buying it.

The result is the only people they’re 

depopulating are the people that don’t 

think for themselves, aren’t aware, I.e.

Democrats and sheeple that can’t wake

up, destroying their base, and leaving

Trump supporters that aren’t having the

vaccine. Doh! Keystone Kriminals! Lol!

2014

Listening to lies our whole lives 

maybe or not our parents, certainly 

everything around us; what we saw 

on t.v., learned in school, the uniforms,

the fads, the latest fashion swept away,

with only our instincts to tell the truth.

That’s sophisticated Western culture of

the Twentieth century and beyond.

Even now only a handful of people make

all the rules and it looks like the Republic

is down one, two outs in the bottom of the

ninth.

Commonality

What are the most common things we say?

How’s the weather? How ya doing? How’s the kids?

Verbally, are our lives a cliche?

When was your last new thought?

When was the last time someone said something and

you thought to yourself:  “Huh!” ?

“What do you think of…”

something incredible

something you never considered 

in words, communication,

intersections on a ven diagram?

We don’t just sense each other, we intersect,

because part of our nature is quantum being.

“Bags of water” as the aliens call us.

Put a hermit that has been meditating in a cave

for twenty years and plop him down in the middle

of a thousand people and watch them change.

Jesus did it, and, it happened.

Anthropo-Homosap

You can see how ridiculous humanity is in all the

billboards

cartoons

sit-coms.

Also god-like in the art o

Michelangelo

DaVinci

Beethoven,

but nobody talks about that now.

USA gets more like Mexico, the louder

the brighter the display the better.

Not many understand what’s going on anyway.

A nuclear war would be a blast!

Impulse Giving

I gave a friend something my daughter gave me

that I liked very much.

He spent a couple of hours with me explaining 

my relationship to the Mayan Calendar. It’s 

his speciality, as a mathematician.

Whether it was worth it or not, for me, is not

important. 

He spent hours preparing to talk to me.

Letting go of something precious is an

appropriate response.

I. Q. for Steven Wright

I got a zero on an I. Q. test because I didn’t 

like the questions they were asking me so

I didn’t answer any.

Later on, I found out that I have a thousand

I. Q. because I didn’t answer any of their questions.

This is the world we live in right now.

This has only been a test.

Proteus

Be the change you want to see.

Be the way you want to be.

You know what your interests are,

do that. Listen to your mind and 

follow your heart, your core, your

intuition .because they’re what’s 

most real in quantum reality.

The rest is just a dream.

Boys Will Be Boys

Boys will be boys,

girls will be their mothers.

Dogs will be dogs,

pigs will be pigs.

Humans will sometimes be human

sometimes dogs

sometimes pigs.

Actors have found a secret:

humans can be anything they imagine.

Sometimes a human is a pig that acts like a human.

Sometimes a human is a dog that acts like a human.

The ego can get very complicated,

but it’s never really human.

It’s the heart that gives it away, tells the truth.

If you can’t see someone’s heart, you know they’re lost,

not really human, tho they swear they are.

Let boys be boys, girls be girls, 

men and women be themselves.

It’s natural and not all that difficult….

be what you are…..do what you do.

You will know them by their actions, 

not their words.

Feral Jesus

You could say that’s all of us.

Feral Jesus, feral Buddha,

untamed mind wisdom potential,

wandering the wilderness of survival,

untrained, doing the best we can,

civilization a rerun on t.v.; leave it 

to Beaver all in the family The Big

Picture my three sons the way it

used to be in the fifties when we were

told about progress but found ourselves 

lost in current chaos which is only the

beginning….survivalists are still in

Idaho waiting, waiting.

Morning Glory

Day rises as always…who knew?

Now that we’re here, what do we do?

We do what we do with the sun overhead.

We do what we do until we are dead.

(Buddhist Seuss)

But, let’s not talk about that now.

Let’s avoid the truth as long as we can,

Democrats do…let’s be like them just kidding.

What else is new?

Have we reached Mars yet? 

Have we conquered the debt?

Why ask why?

Either way it comes out the same,

the Homosap finger-painting progress 

and success…we were never given an

operating manual, but maybe our creators

just wanted to see what we’d do…then,

when the Sap got the A bomb, they began

to reconsider. 

Have you heard the alien theory before?

Was it just something else to ignore?

When the truth stands naked at your door

will you think it’s Avon calling or the DEA?

These are just words, ours are just lives,

honey on a razor’s edge.

You’re probably pissed because you thought

this was going to be a poem.

Ancient Space

 On a planet somewhere lush dense green

steady echoing musical note mantra from

who knows where or why but fills the scene

like back ground music to a silent performance 

of movement of vegetation living beings of every 

stage of evolution existing naturally according 

to instinct as humans do but more complexity 

yes the woods are ancient and arranged like a

painting by Arp lushly draped over everything

the air sounds movements sensorily complete

there in awe no feeling of needing or wanting 

to change anything so organically manifested

just one of the worlds like that pervading space

that just be there existing with everything on it

enlightenment of beings on many worlds is 

no big deal.

Life Like

Life like, like life, like

a corpse made up for a funeral

a theatrical production 

Congressional members lying

with sincerity

Governments lying with sincerity 

lots of showman, lying deception,

bad actors.

That’s a lot of it.

Meeting genuine, sympathetic,

sincere, honest people these days is 

getting harder and harder.

It’s getting harder and harder to hear

a word of the truth.

Signs of the Kali Yuga are everywhere.

History

In the sixties, when I was coming of age,

we protested the Vietnam war and Lyndon 

Johnson because we knew the government 

was corrupted. We wanted change: “We want

the world, and we want it now!” (Morrison)

The protests did help get us out of Vietnam,

but it really didn’t change anything in the U.S.;

Johnson, who had Kennedy killed, was a deep

state founder. The deep state wanted to take 

over the USA then, but they didn’t have enough

power until Obama became President and 

solidified the insurrection. Obama was groomed

(have you heard that word before?) to become

the Communist President to oversee and 

facilitate the destruction of America, which

he did for eight years. My generation failed

to save America back in the sixties. But 

Donald Trump, a Boomer, is leading

younger generations to accomplish what 

we failed to do. So, maybe my generation 

didn’t fail after all.

Story

I lost my account on X because I trusted

someone I shouldn’t have. I have a new

account on X, but none of my posts seem

to get posted, so, I wanted to tell this story

here.

I was looking at a post about women in

the army. The debate is between a DEI

military, and one advocated by Trump 

Pete Hegseth. The new Defense Secretary 

wants a force that is trained for combat

as it’s primary objective. 

My dad was a training sergeant in WW2.

He told me that if they had a recruit that

was constantly borderline insubordinate 

and acting out, the sergeants would take

this person behind the barracks one night

and beat the shit out of them. He said the 

reason they did this was because that kind 

of habitual behavior could get someone

killed on the battlefield. That’s how they 

trained troops back then.

Musk Wants A Mastodon

Dire wolf pups created out of reconstructed DNA

are real. If that can happen, can mastodons, dodos,

etc. be recreated? What else? T Rex? Nature finds 

a way? You know, if it can be done, it will. I’m 

gonna build me a bomb out of match heads. I’m

gonna build me a tree fort, a ground fort, a fort

underground because I did when I was a kid. 

Imagine you’re the first person to do this.

You think you’d want to stop?

Looking For A Savior

Plenty of candidates roam the States.

Which side are you on?

Left: who there do you admire?

Right: plenty to chose from. Just look

for the ones excoriated by the Left.

Jesus/Allah for the ones that have lost critical thinking.

The Kali Yuga is the time when the truth

cannot be heard.

Are we there yet?

Edge Of Night

Almost asleep up later than normal 

what is normal living and doing during

the day sleeping at night so it’s close

but I can’t help feeling the cutting 

as time passes that maybe I won’t 

wake up tomorrow I remember people

I worked with that died and I always 

took their passing personally maybe 

I didn’t know them very well but better

than I thought because I do remember 

them even now and that they died which

is like going over the edge into night 

where we’ve spent much of eternity

already

so

if there is basic goodness of existence 

would you say nonexistence is also good

I would life and death meaning continuity 

even the monsters that kill people recycle

eventually no Utopia can be seen in the light.

Priorities

“You’ll have plenty of time to rest when you’re dead.”

Chogyam Trungpa to his students.

“Hasten slowly and you’ll soon arrive.” Tibetan saying

What are you doing with your life?

Ask a billionaire if they’re happy.

Will your last words be: “What was that?”

What does it mean to be human?

Have you ever had a class on that in school?

Belief is thinking you have the answer.

Maybe you should look around before it all goes away?

Parinirvana of Chogyam Trungpa April 4, 2025

 Thirty eight years have passed since you left

your body seems like no time at all in my heart

part of me stays with you.