I Want To Tell You (for Jim Morrison)

What can I say?

You have the means to self-evolve;

your mind.

All religions are a grift, meant to make

the hierarchy rich, using belief as a 

distraction from uncertainty, the nature

of composed existence. Got me?

Don’t believe.

Don’t do it.

It makes you stupid.

Find out for yourself…Jesus did.

Where? How?

Buddhist meditation.

That’s all I have to say that’s of any use.

Corpse, or, Can’t You See I’m Decomposing?

Ha ha! I fooled you! I’m not dead!

(will I be when you read this?)

Not that I won’t be forgotten quickly 

when I’m just another corpse…where

did that bubble that just popped go?

“All will not be.” S.  That means 

everything, not just you and me.

The universe…will not be.   Pop.

Makes me wonder the point of a library…

oh yes, ignorance, confusion…

I remember.

I want to hope (giggle) that the internet

is eternity…

Started a religion about it….

wanna hear about it?

Goes like this.

If our words are vibrations in space, doesn’t 

quantum entanglement mean that some being

on the other side of the universe is reading

these words right now?

That’s a stretch.

“ Hi! How ya doing? What’s your name?

Bxyrrrrrrrdigggg? That’s a nice name. 

Say, what do you think of my poetry?

You don’t like it?”

FUCK!       (

see what we both did there?)