Untitled (The drive home)
He is a honey river
He is wisdom
as a diarrhea thunderbolt —
Five friends flying through the night
A large charge barge charging
barging down unlit streets,
cattle grandmothers, electric
in the blackout,
giggles give
garbled Hindi hot happiness
Stop. One minute.
Yellow stream beam
drive away.
pots holes potholes
Sudden suddenly I feel
whole present past perfect
tense in tense awareness
we are in this
everything else is very boring.
this is the best job.
peel away banana appeals
your teacher is everywhere
I am anywhere
here I hear
a roof a truth a proof
in a pudding
who wouldn’t
want to finally see
true reality?
Untitled (Around noon)
From beneath the lunchtime canopy,
He peeks a monkey in some ape-mode,
hunched and scratching, picking and eating
only difference between being his sun and the other’s shade
One cannot say how this all came together,
monkey and man, perhaps we weer neighbors brothers
in a previous life, now we are the same of
course, just as this water bottle is,
interbeings born of conditions
just because I don’t know doesn’t
mean its not true —
The napkins are difficult this day,
reach for one and pull out the bunch,
first world problems developing in development,
as development…
OK.
Just hand me one;
I can’t quite reach.
It takes only a smile, a voice,
to reveal the shared roots beneath our sight,
west east outward inward step -
Learn to be quiet.
All creativity is listening.
All listening is love.
The monkey munches more,
happiness his heart,
a smile his face.
Noticing this,
The poet sits up straight.
On Impermanence
The park is full on a
Sunday afternoon,
the beautiful girl leads her men,
parents swing their kids,
punks sweat in their leather,
the carver sells her wood,
the painter, his canvas.
A mohawk bounces,
smiling, orange
and bubbles a bubble
two friends look up,
conversation interrupted,
“this-is-what-I-need” forgotten,
and take in
what is taking in:
the sudden slow dance
of uncoming orbs,
a dream of
inflated heels, children’s
squeals, angles made
circles and steps made
dance, music,
chance —
the bubble pauses,
considers, and
bursts.
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