It Won’t Be Long

What won’t be long?

You’ll see…or will you?

Is it happening right now?

Can you see the signs?

Is anything really normal?

Is your life going along as usual, the way

it was before the last eight years?

Maybe it’s happening in slow motion,

a frog in water that is slowly heating?

What is it, you say?

Has the truth been hidden for so long,

eons, that if you saw it, you wouldn’t 

believe it?

Oh no, it doesn’t matter what I think.

The only thing that matters is what you see.

You see? Do you agree?

It’s time to wake up, reboot, get real,

whether you like it or not,  because

the truth is unavoidable, 

eventually, like now.

“It is precisely in unconscious involuntary 

manifestations that all evil lies. You do no

yet understand and cannot imagine all the

results of this evil. But the time will come 

when you will understand. “ G.I. Gurdjieff

1916.

Random Lines

Truth whorls in random hunger for itself.

A pansy Republic sweats the small stuff.

Yoke replica on the wall as reminder.

Minor-league coercion no longer a problem.

Enough cemeteries defend greed.

Purgatory bus stop notwithstanding.

Free peripheral apparitions.

Orchid embryo dissemination tactic.

Everlasting numeric hollowness…think conflict.

I told you, but your fedora covers your ears.

My impudence is a determined disaster.

Yin/Yang

I don’t miss America.

Over sixty years since JFK died,

and it’s been going downhill since then.

Now that Trump’s in office, there may 

well be a new “golden age” for America,

it looks promising, but we’ll see…I won’t 

be around long enough to experience much

of it if it does happen. 

I’m glad I didn’t waste my life trying to get

on that gravy train of treasonous bastards..

(12 TRILLION dollars Trump’s people have

no idea where it went).

I didn’t waste my life trying to save America.

So, maybe the next fifty to an hundred years

might be fantastic…great living standards again,

everybody gets a Tesla robot to keep them company,

we build condos on Mars, sounds great. 

Let’s assume Trump is the greatest President America

has ever had. Let’s say he’s one of the greatest men that

ever lived. It could be true.

Even so, all is vanity, and there’s nothing new under 

the sun. 

What goes up, must come down.

I hope everyone enjoys their temporary pleasure.

Anyone For Quanta?

Vibes

Vibes are quantum fluctuations at the Planct level

in the scaleable universe, perceived by the senses.

Humor 

Jokes trigger sub-atomic explosions at the Planct scale

of the universe.

Just guessing.

Cyclical Existence

Penrose cyclical universe why not going away

from linear existence of universe of man nice

and tidy that way beginning/end sort of thing 

the West with it’s daddy God creating everything 

suddenly out of nothing something you have to 

believe in because it doesn’t make sense besides

samsara cyclical existence of beings a la Buddhism

already made sense….

time is a wheel not a line.

A wheel makes a straight line on a road.

Do we really experience time, or only it’s effects?

Crack Record

To make an informed choice between politicians,

you have to take into account their crack record.

If they have a crack record, probably not a good pick…

Hunter Biden, for example.

Cory Booker…he did talk for twenty five hours….

suspicious.

Drug testing should be mandatory for politicians.

Gotta figure out why the Dems (and RINOS)

are so crazy…must be addicted to something.

Not many can say they stand on their record.

Not many have a record to stand on.

The deep state has been on a binge

for the last four years.

They’re ripe for a crack up.

The Jones is a killer.

Longing For Nonexistence (for Edgar Cayce)

Longing for space, from which existence arises,

our home that we left on our adventure of life.

A romantic yearning knowing life’s evanescence,

seeing behind the curtain where no one is.

I know my work is almost done this life.

I’ll come back if causes and conditions arise

again the way they did this time.

In an infinite universe, everything is possible

and likely, eventually.

As my teacher said:

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

And the contract (karma) has an infinity clause.

No Worries

An easy daily routine leading to many hours

in bed and lots of sleep, no worries about the

ort cloud or the cosmic bubble or what will

happen on the earth, in quantum time, the 

all-time they haven’t quite yet discovered

but are getting very suspicious of their own

models, who knows? Maybe they’ll figure 

out what the Egyptians and Mayans…let alone

extra-terrestrials…(talk about reinventing the 

wheel) already knew long ago. We ‘re chimps

looking in the mirror and thinking we’re 

handsome. I love writing about this stuff

because these words, not me, will last forever.

There are things that are timeless,

like the truth.

Going To Mars

Going to Mars is not evolution.

Going to Mars is monkey business.

Going to Mars is the same old Homosap.

Going to Mars is the same old shit.

For Europeans coming to North America,

it was like going to Mars, except the prospects

were more promising.

Those people didn’t do anything differently.

Those people didn’t learn anything new.

Those people tried to recreate the world they knew.

For the people that go to Mars, the same will be true.

The means to self evolve has been known and practiced

since the time of Buddha and before.

Why look for the truth somewhere else?

It’s an ego problem.

It’s always an ego problem.

Arms race,

Space race…why does the Homosap always

get himself into situations that are never resolved

and always unsatisfactory?

Evolution is not more, better, best.

Evolution is not being the best at something.

Evolution laughs at a monkey reaching for another banana.

Dark

Music I’m listening to…

thunder approaching 

early for rain…the seasons

even here have been a bit off…

I bit off all I could chew…

Chewy Chewy Sugar Sugar 

the residuals aren’t that great.

Black bubble gum.

Snow White only drinks albino blood.

I didn’t make that up.

Why do Americans delight in horror shows?

Heat

Hot. I’m hot…I’m writing about it…

if you read it, maybe you’ll get hot too…

heat…not unbearable, just a little too much,

which is unbearable…boring….anything that

takes too big a percentage of one’s awareness,

like my friend who had rheumatoid arthritis 

for twenty years…twenty years no relief from

pain…very boring…in dramatic fashion, he

burned himself up in his trailer one night…not

boring…we all feel relief that I didn’t make that

story any longer.

Just then, no lie, it started to rain.

Good Luck

That’s it…that’s all…good luck.

I write like I think I know something,

good luck with that.

Maybe Musk knows more, wants to go

to Mars, good luck to him.

What do you know, what do you think you know?

I really am curious…

I mean, I see what people do…I don’t know why…

what goes on in their minds?

Why  would anyone go to war, for example?

If you’re attacked, ok, I can see that…but the USA

hasn’t been attacked since 1941, and look at all the wars

the USA has been in since then? 

If you believe in something, at least you feel you’re not lost.

That fear is what all religions and political philosophies

build their kingdoms on…don’t you see?

No, they don’t…so they go on in relative security even if

their beliefs don’t exactly match what they’re seeing…they

just look away from what doesn’t match “themselves” and

get by get along get lost in the funhouse ‘till it’s over.

Good luck.

Misadventure/Adventure/Afterthought/Dirty Joke

I have a leaky bladder. For now, I soak

up my dribbles with a tee shirt I bought

at the Beat Bookstore in San Francisco…

a poetic something or other. I was in the

bank, waiting to use the ATM, and some

of my excess slipped past my defenses 

and dribbled on the floor in a little puddle.

No one noticed, I played it cool, did my

transaction, and slipped away unnoticed.

Victory.

And now, two nicely dressed Mexican

gentlemen stopped and began talking to 

me, a little Jesus rap, I didn’t understand 

a word. I said: “Yo soy Buddhismo..es

differente.” They detached at those words.

We shook hands and they left smiling.

Basic goodness.

Beethoven  has been playing in my mind

this morning. His music is awe inspiring,

victorious even. Yeah, but everyone lost

everything always anyway, so what?

So quantum victory, 

victory over time itself.

(snarkastic remarks here)

What do you call a gay man burning in a fire?

A faggot.

Hey, folks, I’m not a hypocrite.

I tried faggotry in my youth,

and I found it wasn’t at all what

it was cracked up to be.

Middle Of The Night

Wake up….bathroom…aspirin-shower

in bed quick now writing this I don’t 

know why whatever could wait until 

tomorrow it’s not like I woke up eureka!

I’ve got it! I’ve got the answer! No!

Nothing of the sort! In fact, I’m going

back to sleep now with no one the wiser!

Two Fans

Two fans hot the top floor concrete roof

bakes in the sun good passive solar but

not when you don’t need it it gets cool

enough to sleep later the whole month 

and part of June then rain comes and 

the flowers come and the heat is forgotten

and then there’s only one fan.

Secret Facility

Where I am…music of pipes being hit by hammers

chorus of machines whine together singing progress…

another civilization maybe…one would be nice…

post apocalyptic steam punk…if there is such a thing…

hard to tell with all the verisimilitude…can’t tell what’s 

what without a program if you think that gives you a 

handle…hasn’t been a blue sky in years…I know one

thing…I can keep a secret.

Clown World

One could probably go anywhere in the world

where there’s electricity and you could show 

the people there a picture of Mickey Mouse,

and they would recognize it immediately.

By contrast, most people you talk to in the world

about the teachings of Buddha and the path that 

leads to the end of suffering would never have 

heard of them, and would think you’re crazy.

It’s a clown world we live in.

Hypoxygen

Nothing rears its ugly head again,

wait a minute….that can’t be right.

Seer sucker…

Yes, I can see your future and it doesn’t 

look good….maybe get down on all fours

and try to make it as a dog?

You can lead a country to sanity,

but you can’t make it think.

Morning glory vines and lavender adorn

the old brick wall. Sitting in the quiet of

the garden, taking in through the senses,

breathing out a sigh of relief.

Just because the Director says: “Action!”

it doesn’t mean you have to do anything.

My Blank Pages

What does a poet write?

(                   lots of words.                    )

What does the reader read?

“Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah blah, The End.”

…except for the occasional 

mind mine

that explodes 

into a new knowledge of reality.

It’s worth it.

It’s Today Again

Who do we have to thank?

Who do we have to blame?

I’m my own Boss.

I don’t boss myself around…

…I used to… how do you think

I lived this long?

I had to play by some rules.

Others I could avoid.

So, today again, always something 

seemingly new, disguised sameness,

but I’m old and keep forgetting, so

I can’t complain because I can’t remember.

I wish the same joy for you.

Sorry, everybody’s not a winner…we all

have a finish line thanks for playing.

Participation trophies are so degrading.

Bruce Jenner was the greatest athlete 

in the world.

The best he could come up with after that

was to change his sex. Let that sink in.

It took some balls to do that.

I find the whole thing indicative of the

human predicament.

It all boils down to: “What to do?”

…the basis for all human comedy, drama

and stupidity.

Have I left anything out?

Only the dogs: it’s today again for them too.