Odds And Ends

Three dreams last night and this morning…

the first was a nightmare, not unfamiliar,

my brother and I fighting to the death…

the second was neutral, the third was a

beautiful dream about my daughter just

before I woke up…those dreams are usually 

the best.

Life is but a dream, but you could have 

fooled everyone who think it’s real…

it’s as real as it gets, which is not saying

much when you consider all the trauma

of world wars that those that lived them

are mostly dead and gone and there’s only

residue of films which are bad enough but

not bad enough that we don’t make the

same mistakes again… the Homosap has

a terrible memory and there’s so much

he’d rather not know or consider. 

Ignorance is bliss until it isn’t which

many times is a little too late.

Don’t mean to be negative (is that a

positive?) but I can’t help what words

are written or maybe I could but then

I might be inclined to write nothing 

at all…would that be better? No one

has said so….lately.

I continue to be amazed (I’m making

that up) living in as close to paradise

as I’m likely ever to get having had a

taste of the rest of the world beautiful 

in its own way sure but here I feel I’ve

“found my spot” as Carlos said hey if

it ain’t broke don’t fix it not that Mexico

couldn’t use some fixing (the country

that almost works) but I don’t think in

terms of countries anymore those artificial 

boundaries that only slightly make sense

and are the source of jealousy, envy, greed

and other destructive elements that cause

all the messes and tamashas that arise.

“Why can’t we all just get along?” a wise

man or was he a Fool once said remembered

as a joke in popular culture if I was a comedian 

I would have plenty of material about that the

problem is it wouldn’t be that funny.

“You’d better laugh, folks, because these ARE

the jokes.” would be my constant refrain.

Sometimes I write actually what I consider to be

poems…other times just free flow of thoughts 

that I guess come from love for all beings wanting 

to communicate whether in humor in sadness of

our condition in inspiration in desperation yes all

of the above because each human mind is a universe

not only in the number of axions in our brains but

also in potential understanding if we’d actually use

that muscle and not languish in muscleheadedness

stubbornly plowing forth in self created ruts gorging

in troughs of banal sameness until the deathbed when

our final look at what was once our lives makes us think:

“What was that?”