Archive | December, 2018

before or after we gone

26 Dec

What is life from no vantage point?

Center dancing and catalysting with every other center –

a friction of creation.

We, bombs bathing in lighter fluid,

montages of memory –

the white noise of yesterday

mixing with the headlines of today

blind to the rumbling volcano now

where we are

made, destroyed, and made again…

The first collisions of matter still echo,

songs on the victrola traveling out,

borning to dying, a 30 second film –

a scribbled line from here to there –

disbanded drying and dying,

then gone,

a whimper AND a bang,

i say,

and again.

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the plot

25 Dec

When I have simplified my life

to a single dripping faucet,

each falling drop

the entire spectrum of sound, sight, taste, feel and smell,

each plop an endless reverberation on every level, and

I can perceive

and I am free in each moment

to full spectrum – which is a happening –

then I am not fleshed anymore,

but a sensory device,

forgetting to be allergic to the cat.

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the buddha breaks a sweat

9 Dec

Buddha in Black Sweats,

I bow to you in retrospect,

you who awakened my Nosy Rosey

eyes that noticed

you

rushing to beat out others

to be first

while dripping sweat

AND

not cleaning up after yourself.

It was that final straw that arched my back

ready for a war—

Harumpf!

You got me, I wanted to reprimand you, I did.

I’m in 2nd grade tattling to the teacher,

Billy didn’t put away his cartoons to do the lesson.

I  watch  some ME giving you the stink eye,

ha, all the while,

you in your infinite wisdom

hold a mirror to my angst.

Now, I can see—

so easy for me to wash the machine before and after

as a great service for me and to me

all the same.

I couldn’t even see you, if you were not me, as well.

I am you, sweaty man, and

I am Goodie Two Shoes who follows the rules, and

I am the machine,

passively waiting for each one who will sit on me

and sweat holy water for us all.

 

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