day three— reach out, touch faith, or; vague visions of utopia: loving your words enough to write too many, hating them enough to hit delete
potholes and wind gusts and bald dogs
ever the finagler of an inch
a relic dreaming of strawberry fields forever
vague visions of utopia
blinks of eyes dictate history
living is easy with eyes closed shut
buying bikes and love seats,
looking for someone to play chess
an amalgam of negotiated interactions
is it getting harder to be somebody?
no more quarantine:
it’s time to fly, little bird
we’re all just pacing bodies, aren’t we?
keeping time, finding rhythm
life is flow, ya know
the passageway is profound and profane
walking tightropes to catch those who conjure riches from the dust
sweet-tooth fixes in broad daylight
his beard long and blowing
pedicab calves, strong
a chipper buddha grace
the allness of existence lies beyond the highest art
beyond brahams, beyonce, or barack
a soul’s sunshine reigns eternal
words
signposts & symbols — a meager reach out
hollowed out holograms of a bursting swirl
language as cheap imitation
a single wave
conveys what a thousand telegrams cannot
oh percy! let us dance with our mututally-agreed-upon fictions
of this space-time
existence
oh, show me one of the senses five !
vast unknown but knowable Suchness.
a universe dripping with that which Is.
sun
naked
dancing to 90s country
a kitchen cooking
first meal post-fast
shaving suns into the head
inspired from running under her
from couples to quark —
entangled particles share a wave
function
a priori endowment of ESP.
ya think entangled particles separated by a planet could collapse each other’s wave?
what if we emote what we mean ?
words that are over allude to?
…… this pie is childhood …….
whipped dog or angel saint —
the spring of sorrow’s joyous dip —
beast and brute saved by nature’s terrible memory.
a creature of is-ness
poisonous tonic elixing him daily !
an apostle adjacent —
one choice over, a promised land.
is civility a cultivation?
a consciously conjured constitution
is there pride to be had in being well adjusted to a society that is sick?
where’s the unanticipated, unapologetic logic?
radical stuff to jolt the system to wilful reboot
let’s talk of sanctified deitIES of a secular nation.
many, one, we, us — a collective account.
spit out
alert, alert! missing: point of reentry.
dear journal: is this an elsewhere orbit?
uncracked DNA
space-time to crack it
there are codes — secret passageways in broad daylight
subtle tones of thought
dying nuance
hear
feel inside the aim’s of the many.
not here to speak of race relations
or the state of islam
how to create jobs or
bring world peace
false prophets profiteering shatters the illusion
i am hear to dance with your consciousness
dance with me slow
faster now
— i’ll lead
. . . god, buddha, allah, krishna, mother mushroom, etc. bless america!
— good night.
