|
i speak of zen
in the reality of now and then
how not to mind being reminded
of if and when
in a conversation of how have you been
and as soon as you speak
i knew you were only trying to be a friend
yet you questioned my silence
and i must silence my reply
as if not knowing where to begin
and in trying to be kinder
i can only think of zen
_________________________________
her lips picked me up
with the line "whats your pathos"
and somewhere between an hallucination
and halloween
we dined on the hidden truth
of our follies
over neiztche and parmesean cheese
how we agreed not to have sex
the moment we left
with the closeness of coming
and not saying please
you left thank yous
saying the spirits were driving you insane
witchcraft
i said laughing
the spirits have left me only recently
crazed and alone
that night i could only think
how with everything so right
there must be something wrong
i never saw her again
_________________________________
tit
i always want
to wander over yonder
and see if i can slip in
between the white and blue of the skies
to fly on the wings
to soar to sing and bring
the tingle to the spine
sweetgrass sage smoke
and kind find of the in kind
kindred spirit
and the calm quiet chat
first the exchange of hats
then a movement in the shadows
with honor
and in the hallowed thunder of wonder
a rattle of the hoof
and drum and hum
no chant yes speak the pain
of the noble soul in the thunderbird cry
and crack of lightning
in the rock
stone and bone
and again i fly
face and hand of feather
wings of gold
let fly my soul
_________________________________
your spelling she said
i had put a twist to my words
i fear not i said in my head
and we kissed and touched eyelids
i bless you with all my love
you said i am touched
by the grace of my god with lust
and hell has not your touch
when i spend the night alone
i grow old and insane
walking the streets alone
at night and in your spell
i dance in the shadows of my heart
and if this be wicked
then i stand in a shaft of light
with you in hand and heart
with all my might
the truth of our love
is like a vision in the night
_________________________________
i am scared
goddammed the pure and the simple
quenching
and then the splash
down the well and simon says
hell is unwilling and spilling
from the softness of her lips
i hear the hiss of the serpent
kiss in a silent wish
i pray your god is not who you are
what bliss haunts the empty soul
where fears catch the rain
caught bowl that unknowns are known
to share
and shatters in anger and danger
despair
i am willing to drink the ink
black red green or gold
in communion with the untold soul
i am shown where i go
is an age old blindfold
of the chosen true
charmed with the sacred
spirit of the mystery
and magical moonlit pool of the soul
in solitude
_________________________________
to the smiling buddha Ho Tai
with a braid of sweetgrass at your side
my lover brings to you
a vase of dried roses and daiysies
and i say gee i see
a still life in my window
a photograph
i recognized the scene as a shrine
in the sunshine
a sacred space to a face
the place of a moment realized
some say the real eye
i add a feather
and my thoughts fly inside
an enlightened sigh
and now if it ain't
ornate with more and more keepsakes
the still life comes to life
i find the I Ching and toss three coins
three times the hexagram formed wind over lake
and i read with sincerity sincerity
at night the site is in the shadows
of candlelight and shapes of smoke
the incense crowns
and the simplist of thought
slips away
_________________________________
shame on you too
the disease of desire to disturb is disgust
tit for tat scratch this scratch that
she reads poetry like a cat licks at its food
curl of the tongue nothing left undone
the bliss of the dumb a broken thumb
the cruelty of boredom
give me some the last one the bum
he wanted seven dollars
and liked to be called jerry garcia
i smiled like potcholy
but the only thing worse
than a deadhead swing line is a christian
calling a bunch of words divine
_________________________________
i am blessed with a curse
the poets choice
a moon madness beams upon me
lame brain
with my dick in my hand
refrain
if you think you know what fucking
really is then tell me what ain't
no doubt
to risk my sanity you pout
and mouth a prayer around my nipples
with a tongue wet naked and alive
with the devotion
why don't you won't
why don't you won't
why don't you come with me
come with me
and we'll shed our skins of need
_________________________________
i could not help
but overhear
where is the truth in the mundane
when one must be saved who is going
to save you from yourself
me
i am waiting
for love to come my way
and my chuckle
is i'm damned everyday
forty odd years of seeking has taught me
a faith about fate a date at the gate
and what keeps me sane one more day
is a wisdom found in the night
i say if your god doesn't dance or laugh
i'd pray to a new god
and let a goddess lead the way
_________________________________
again i know i was told
when the serpent sprouts wings
what the wizards and demons would bring
i would be given a love i could not keep
she fluttered and said whats your number
and i did not have a phone for the time
she did not have now
she asked where ya work
and it hurt in answering i do nothing
but create
and her eyes grew wide with the reply
wouldn't it be great
but it already is
and i began to hate the word love
from a woman who knows not how to fuck
with fate for nothing i know
can annihilate my grace for the want of love
misplaced
and thinking of you as my wife
makes me wipe the water clean
for a new reflection
and another drink of life
_________________________________
you are my son
the voice in my head
said
and once i did not believe
but at once said
i would rather be dead
then led by the unfaithful
in the course of courses
and in the desire of no desires
there is only the night
on fire
and the day swept away
on the blood of babylon
and in the songs
that rant and rave
i crave to be touched
as much as i love to touch
but i would rather be alone
and stoned
then say as much
to find another spark
in my heart
trying not to tear reality
all apart
_________________________________
give me a chance
not by the hair of my chinny chin chin
i drool on you
brushing your tits quick across my sips
lunatic trip of the tongue
and stumble your knee into the me
i always try to be
listening and suffering the moon beam dream
i say three our fathers
and four hail marys
for seeking the clarity of lunacy
on a full moon night
ripens each on loan moan
till i close my eyes to be shown
with touch
that i am loved very much
_________________________________
i light my bowl
of crushed souls
to chew on the cud of love
the slobbered end of the cigar
the bell jar end of suicides
comedian
sizzles the rotisserie
and bear berry
kinickkinick
when the shit gets as thick
as the mosquitoes or so i am told
old deceiver
of the want of the soul
never stops and to stop
i must divine again
the flow
or owe to the ferrymen
of the soul and to the poets
of the moon
to soon find in inner journey
the fairyland forest
of sacred ancient trees
the woods in the souls
of the poets
you and me
_________________________________
in the pound pound pounding
of my soul rolls the thunder
a bell told hell
of what i can't tell
and i fell again and again
the spell
is there something wrong with no hell
cracked like broken glass
the scarred and the wicked just laugh
with the sacred humor
of that too shall pass
i know not my own will
but still each black teardrop
of the heart honors not the aim
but the eye
not the vision
but the believer not the miracle
but the act
of faith the healing takes
to mend the broken wing of the spirit
with feathers stones and bones
in the weakness of flesh
i must be left alone
my soul pounding against the hell
in my heart
a rage tears my love all apart
and i try to mend myself
with only my art
_________________________________
a breath
in the closed eyes of chant
with nothing left to chance
to wish
the dance of a bear romance
on the wings
an angel or eagle brings
to take
take your own medicine
and prance
with me free again
in the virginity of sin
and in a spin of the moonlit din
an incantation of hope
smoking the dope
to set sail from the sacred shores
in a hollow holy tree to the land
of sure filled with hope
and talk to the pope
of the pure cure
where spirits can heal
the ache the union of flesh and blood
in the communion of love
for everyone
and in the only sacred space faith
to blot all blight
from the soul
for no one walks alone
day or night
we are all one in the same
sunday prayer
of someday
when the wisdom comes
_________________________________
you alone
are the breaths of the wind
though seldom done one last touch
you say i love you too much
and i say you love too little
things in too little time out
and again our grins are bent with sweat
asleep i see your brow quiver
with dreams only you will see
or perhaps remember
the wish upon my lips
when we kissed silence
and if this were true you
would know my voice and not seek the words
or the sun
but come to the view of the moon
and hear the breaths of the wind
when i am alone
and return naked before the dawn
of the yawn
to the warmth of the sacred fires
in the woods of our souls
where day is still a night away
and if you choose to stay
or if you choose to stay away
may the shadows dance from the fire
in your eyes
and may you boldly hold
the one you love in the warmth of your soul
in the frost of the black october night
and in the chill
of another night alone
_________________________________
strike a cord in my heart
i beg
and hate the way you make me
lonely
fancy the thought
my shadow the moon haunts
and wish upon me no empty night
like the last
i carry in my heart
the darkness of winter
that comes to sleep
next to me
|