Tuesday, November 17, 2020

Wind In Tepoztlan

 More nights of heavy wind this year

is noticeable


attention to the details 

like at night

when the dogs howl in chorus

a change in the weather

change in the air

change in the wind

“I can feel it, Dave.”

wind chimes changing tune…

Music of the Spheres:

(they must have been referring to something real…)

the wind in the trees

wind whistling through the screen

wind as you hear it build, get closer 

and hit the house like a wave of water.

“Does the flag move, or does the wind 

move the flag?”

“The mind moves.”

Saturday, November 14, 2020

Fragmentation Poem

 Glorious day of somebody's’ God…

feeling fit as a fiddle in fine fettle…

in the middle of things, world changes…

science fiction, an anachronism,

can’t keep up.

We split the atom, then we split parts 

of the atom until we came up with nothing.

Meanwhile we go on as if nothing happened…

people writing books about what may be true

or not…reaching for the brass ring, the answer,

something solid to grasp

in this explosion

where there are only pieces.

Friday, November 13, 2020


 In the beginning was the Virus and the Virus

was with God and the Virus was God.

Next came organized religion.

Any questions?

Atomic Vomit

 C’mon, Pal.

That’s disgusting…

can’t you come up with 

a better title than that?

(Wait ’til you read the rest of it).

particular    particles

                                of memory


peculiar to oneself

                               what do we



                besides a few faded photos

and old jokes.

We don’t really want to hear faded histories,


          what else do some of them have?

I used to watch 1930’s Flash Gordon on T.V.

So did many my age.

When Clarabelle the clown on Howdy Doody,

on the last show, said “Goodbye kids”, it

was the only time on the show he ever spoke.

My generation was traumatized.

’60’s rebellion started at that point.

I blame God.

Monday, November 9, 2020

Psychedelic Flash Forward

 Psychedelic seer?

Hard to imagine....so...

I’ll just take some drugs and see.

Ah, I see…..

…I see what you’re saying

on the see saw in the sea of swirling fluidity 

of consciousness and experience…

…some heavy rock and roll to accompany

the heavy seas…

flight of the Valkyries…

domination of the arcs…

a day in the life

of Ivan Ilyich

of Orlando Bloom

of John Lennon

just names out of the cosmic hat…

go ahead…you make something up.

I’m a made man

and I’ve been had, so,

move over, Beethoven,

I’m ready to decompose.

Hell, I’m already deconstructed,







So go ahead with your plans.

I’ll be waiting for you, here, in the future.

Sunday, November 8, 2020

Power Off Eating M&M's

Cut off from my artificial intelligence.

Change is happening too fast!

     I have to be plugged into the system!
         ….part of the hive mind! …hip to the trip!

…not eating M&M’s, writing words like a bitch.

Who cares?

It’s such a trivial inconvenience

not worth mentioning….

….besides, M&M’s taste great!

And what was I going to do then, anyway,

when I finally knew the truth? 

Friday, November 6, 2020

Poetry Corner


At La Miga for comida with friends,

very early in cool shade of the 

canopy and the trees, sweet music 

playing so poetry corner. Why not?

“Things are very clear when you’re 


Mind if I cut in

                       to reality?

Or does reality cut into me?

What is human spirit?

Team spirit?
Corporate Ethos?

Maybe it’s the magic of being at all alive,

sniffing the air,  eating a final strawberry.

“Meanwhile, the flight of crows had ceased.”

Meaning we go on from here.

You can only do your best with what you have.

Soon, that won’t be true anymore.

Retards will have implants that make them

smarter than Einstein…

athletes will all be bionic so differences of 

sex won’t matter. Humanity is evolving 

exponentially, like it or not.

Wow, what a busy little corner!
I think I’ll listen to the music 

and watch the trees.

Tuesday, November 3, 2020

Random Poem

 Trying to write my way out of a paper bag…

been trying all my life.

It does seem rather funny,

but it keeps me from cutting my throat

with a knife.

I have a lot to live for, like,

my mustache.

It does feel rather funny, 

but it keeps my nose from slipping off.

Got all of that one.

That’s the shot that hit the spot.

Pardon my Haiku.

Yes, I got high waiting for election results.

It does feel rather funny,

but it keeps me drooling in the corner.

For that, I’ll have my last cigarette…

hold the blindfold!

I feel funny, suddenly, as if I just noticed

the world was on fire.

Sunday, November 1, 2020

Cheap Thrills

 These words don’t cost me anything…

sometimes I even make myself laugh.

It’s hard to be old and not want to 

make fun of everybody…curmudgeon

on his porch with a shotgun.


That’s also called going with the flow!

Old muttering women pushing shopping 

carts…going with the flow…

cheerleaders in outfits at football games

going with the flow…

CCP bureaucrats…American Democrats

going along for the ride…

bonfire of the vanities…going with the flow…

Sure, my flow is about as fast as a swamp.


That’s also called an ecosystem!

I don’t care what anyone thinks of this old man

sitting alone at the bus station.

Just don’t start blowing bubbles!

Saturday, October 31, 2020

Heronymo's Mad Again

 ….and when momma ain’t happy,

nobody’s happy.


You thought Homosap. 

had his shit together?

Guess again.

How many times before in history

did the homunculus think he had it made?

It’s Ozymandias all the way down the line.

Now’s a good time to wake up.

No movie has the FX we see now

in the battle of the projections of reality:

real marches

real riots

real rallies

real looting…

Chauncey Gardner sheeple

desperately trying to change the channel…

a tangle of storylines…

trapped by Umbilicus, the Mother Monster…

so near the mystery you can feel a cool breeze

coming from the void…

everything comes from the void…

when you live in interesting times, you can feel

the void tearing away at the edges of certainty…

this is what it’s like to be born.

Friday, October 30, 2020


 I was a plumber, hence, I was an outlaw.

There was a freedom to be dirty, smelly,

that those that worked in offices didn’t have.

And, blissfuly, we were ignored and shunned.

An acquired taste, to be that way, but it was

simply a useful role, protective camouflage.

Moving among the animals, on the edge of

the herd……sharper because of perspective…

a few friends, Johnsons, also outlaws…at

least, in their minds. We see some others in

their herd blob mentality, trapped in viscosity.

It really is nothing personal. 

As a Buddhist, I wish everyone the best.

There has never been as pivotal a moment

as right now in the history of man.

We are reaching the conclusion of this 

algorithm, the beginning of the next.

That’s why time seems to be moving faster,

that’s why everyone’s getting all worked up,

that’s why some public figures seem to be

losing their minds,

that’s why things look this way,

that’s why I moved to Mexico:

because, once, I heard Jimi Hendrix

Tuesday, October 27, 2020

Green Horizon

 It’s as good a place to start as any.

Besides, things are looking up.

All systems are a go for the election 

and beyond.

Time for the big dance,

the show we’ve been waiting for,

the fruition of this particular karma;

a special time like 2012

doesn’t happen all at once.

Harbinger green…

like the first robin you see in the spring,

like the first evidence that really exposes

the crimes.

Whatever happens now is so much better

than the alternative.

Or, as Eisenhower said:

"Things are more the way they are now than they ever were before."

Monday, October 26, 2020

Upon Reflection

 I don’t look in the mirror much…

not sure I recognize that fellow there.

Hairs come out of my head…

white ones…I’m molting my body

a few million cells at a time….

the slow flash of my life 

in front of my eyes…

I don’t look in the mirror much…

I see no profit in it…

no profit in regret, revenge or longing…

'dat fellow in the mirror 'dere look like

he don’t care much fo’ dem too.

Saturday, October 24, 2020

I don't know what to write

…as if all along I’ve been talking 

to myself in an empty room and

just noticed.

On the other hand it’s nice to go 

back to the box of old photos and

remember what you used to be,

so, there is something after all…

…maybe not much

just the meaning of life

you absentmindedly

stuck in your back 

pocket and sat down on. 

Saturday, October 17, 2020

Just A Day

 Love the gentle wind today,

sun bright, sky blue,

change of seasons wafting

anew…a few birds singing

far away….ubiquitous dogs

part of the pueblo landscape…

(strictly adobe) brick, concrete,

not going anywhere…no fire


Weekends are crowded again,

but the town square, the Zocalo,

is still closed. Mexico: The 

Country That Almost Works.

Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Mask Communication

 The masks are on

and the muzzles are not far behind, 

in fact, Facebook et. al.

are trying to mask their muzzling

as “community protection policy”

doublespeak if there ever was.

Meanwhile the usual suspects 

have always been masked

behind fake smiles

behind lies of good intention

behind words that say

what they think you want to hear

will believe

will succumb to

even while they’re busy

stealing your lives.

The acceleration to the 2020 election

 Robert Anton Wilson 2012.. Not an exact correlation,

butt you'll learn something about what's happening now.


Friday, October 9, 2020

Lying In Bed

 I don’t have to get up…

I used to have to.

For years I got up at five,

meditated for two hours,

then went to work.

That’s what I had to do.

I did it.

I had no choice.

Now, I have a choice.

I choose to stay in bed

as the world twists and turns

writhing in extremis

as chaotic as it ever was.

I will get up eventually…

what goes down must come up.

Life was anything but perfect,

and yet, it was and is 

full of miracles

like lying in bed

writing a crappy poem

that (no one knows how)

saves someone’s life…

all because I got up at five

to meditate

for years.

Saturday, October 3, 2020

Zen To Dzogchen


“ High, how ya doing?”

“Fine…and you?”


“There is no Next!!”

“I knew that….”

I was Zenning along, in a Dzogchen way…

I could hear the birdies singing…

they seemed to say:

“You have broken my heart, and that’s ok….

as we sing the broken heart/world song

….all the way.”

Thursday, September 24, 2020

Cosmic Insurance Policy

 The “Golden Rule” is one.

Understanding the nature of karma:

Actions for the good of oneself and

others create good future karma.

Evil actions create unfortunate karma.

It’s as simple as cause and effect,

which is what the Golden Rule points to.

Great success, gain, fame, wealth, all

the usual suspects of providence,

are merely temporary experiences that

fade into the great tabula rasa. They don’t

provide any assurance of future events.

In fact, how they are obtained is more

significant, more relevant, more causal.

Is your insurance policy up to date?

If you want to see the future, look at 

the present.If you want to see the past, 

look at the present. You can see your 

signature there, indelible and unique.

Monday, September 21, 2020

Shoe Fall #2

 A thousand feet, or only two,

what goes up must come down.

We know it’s falling and we’re

always surprised when it hits.

It’s the waiting that gets to us.

Would you know everything was

changing if you were in the middle

of it?  

Or, is it so close you can’t see?

No one thought the Twentieth Century

would happen that way…it happened

that way so very much.

It’s apropos that the first war of the 21st

Century would be a war for your minds.

A.I. is in the wings, smacking its lips.

Freedom is just another word.

Sunday, September 20, 2020


 “Religion is the opium of the masses.”

Hope is the opium of religion.

Hope is the opium of Socialism,

that an ideal society can be created

by force.

Hope feels great ’til you get hooked.

The withdrawal from hopium is a bitch.

Sunday, September 13, 2020

Line Of Actual Control

 Here is a line in the sand.

Here is a red line.

I’ve had it up to here.

Linear don’t work so good

when you take into account

quantum drift.

Seeing things differently

depending on point of view

it’s a wonder we can see at all.

There is no control, actually…

it all depends on probability.

It works because of adaptability.

Poetry in motion

meditation in action

effortless mastery.