Peripatetic Preambulations

Thick milk of clouds across

the window framed atmosphere 

chopped into a humming breeze

by whirring musical fan blades.

When you get somewhere you

don’t immediately arrive.

Can you remember where you

were an half an hour ago in the 

shower washing off the sweat 

and before that tossing a pork

chop out the window for the dog

putting away the juice taking off

the too heavy shoes and all the

clothes free at last great 

God Almighty! Free at last!

But, enough about you.

I’m not worried today, and

that worries me….that’s a joke,

like, “nostalgia isn’t what it used to be.”

We all return to the void in any case.

“What, me worry?” A.E.N., the presage 

of the Party-We-Shall-Not-Name….

lighten up.

Anyhoo…what’s your favorite color?

Cliche much?

The sky is so interestingly changingly

nonchalant as if nothing ever happened,

the perfect Bond character invisible 

DEV GRU type infiltration into the senses

HA! Did that surprise you? 

Asking for a friend.

You’re in good hands with Samantabhadra, 

the All Good, like AH, the starting point,

square one, 

beginners mind,

first thought, best thought,

why? 

I forgot.

That’s it.

Any one for venison?

Wanna buy a pencil?

No one said it would be easy.

Might as well should have been.

Just don’t try to get heavy with the heavies.

Things fall into their natural places

sooner or later.

Wasn’t that the I Ching?

Who said that?

Sure, there’s karma, cause and effect,

but what is “your natural place.”?

as a riverboat gambler on the Mississippi?

as a hit man from the Bronx?

as an Olympic Para-skier?

 (they just roll down the hill)

might as well could be.

Air is good.

Breathing is outstanding,

especially when you’re not

working in an open sewer,

dodging bullets on a battlefield 

full of corpses, rather,

outside, in fresh rain green grass,

like a piece of raw meat

in an open field…that’s very rare.

Meanwhile, back in the outhouse,

things were piling up…

 The sounds of large truck’s breaks 

squeaking/a horn or conch shell blowing

almost like a fog horn calling someones 

to something? Just another cult….that’s 

a good business name or brand…problem 

is it would be appropriate for so many

government agencies and conglomerates,

but let’s not squeak up about that now.

,

Just a few random words 

not to make things worse 

worth what they’re worth

in spite of yourself, Grok?