February 2012
2 posts
'The sun shines today also.'
‘Embosomed for a season in nature, whose floods of life stream around and through us, and invite us, by the power they supply, to action proportioned to nature, why should we grope among the dry bones of the past, or put the living generation into masquerade out of its faded wardrobe? The sun shines today also. There is more wool and flax in the fields. There are new lands, new people, new...
I Forgot About Led Zeppelin
I remembered.
I cried.
January 2012
1 post
I Need To Meditate Blues
There is a line, superfine, that vertical runs,
To trace its path with the mind is they key
to systematically untangling
ourselves with our suppos’d reality
April 2011
1 post
A Simple Grastronomy
Banana orange orange coffee cream
sandwich orange orange yogurt cinnamon
honey beer burrito beans cheese rice avocado
cookie cookie soda no water.
March 2011
3 posts
CHALK CIRCLE →
Don't Loops and Other Debris Stuck In My Craw
A Russian violinist and author once observed the following phenomenon:
An emaciated arm grabs the front door.
- Where is my mug with the college crest?
Fumbling. The automobile and its disarray. Receipts and empty tea packets.
-Fucking paper cups.
No. No. No. No. We say ‘No’ to ourselves by saying ‘Yes’ to 1,3,7 -trimethylxanthine at all hours.
-When will I...
The Fool Teeters
It is his teetering.
Teetering it his is.
Is His teetering it, it?
The teetering it is, it, his, teeters.
Teetering down the line.
The down lines the teeters.
Teetering down in lines.
In lines his teetering is down.
His is lines in down teetering.
Teeters teetering down lines his is.
Lines down teetering his is.
It Lines is down teetering his.
It his lines down is teetering.
down...
December 2010
2 posts
Self Love
A rhythmic breathing up and down the spine,
the voice softer, more refined,
inflecting with german folk singers,
feeling a vague nostalgia and a grand love.
Welcoming
Opening
Resonating
Vibrating
With the comfort of God’s Food, theobroma, I look out
at my own displays, formulations, postures. This poise
must be real. I am in it, so there is its reality.
Shoulders drawn up, remembering that they are pendants,
struggling to let them hang. Struggle to let nature take its
course. My appendages. My hang ups would be finished
if I let them...
November 2010
1 post
Har Har!
In the gynaeceum, I hide in a bower of dictionaries.
I am in love with their blue covers, their fine print, italicized etymologies, surrealistic lexical histories.
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I am presented with a teaspoon of medicine and scoff at the purple solution. What good is medicine when the thrill of instability draws your center of gravity an infinitesimal distance further off the edge.
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I frame...
August 2010
6 posts
Awake #8013
Poetry is a masculine art. It is projecting vectors of information to be received
in the collective superconsciousness.
Poetry is a feminine art. When I am any good at poetry, I have to
be receptive to the haploid word units as they flit around the surrounding ether.
Poetry is a neuter art. It is the stillness in which no words are necessary.
Except the words that call out the author on his...
Awake #8012
The Future’s Doorway minced by parasitic arthropod pulses
I find solace in the fatty acids of sesame, assuaging the internal
wind. Who will find me here with my tasks half-metabolized
as Shiva takes this frail arthritic body. When will the evolutionary
cadence arrive? Secondary school instructors taught rhetorical
questions as gimmicky. I am asserting the identification with
these...
A Little Story
When I was in elementary school I asked my mom whether I was good or not. She then decided to take me to church.
I got confirmed in a Methodist mega-church in suburban Kansas when I was 13 and soon became disillusioned with the spiritual benefits of listening to an unattained being say a bunch of words that are projected on 100 foot screens to thousands of people.
I have been meditating...
Janus Faced
Feel like I am going to die.
You will, You will.
Soul is a Soul, it will never die.
It’s True, It’s True.
Hold my tears as the Angel cries.
Okay, Okay.
Affirmation ‘s your only reply.
It is, It is.
Heaven will find you in your heart, your heart.
2012 (Appalachian Apocalypse Song)
The Spirit of the Christ is A Coming Soon,
You Better Open Your Heart.
Natural Disaster is coming much faster than the layman thinks,
But don’t you shrink away in fear cause the Spiritual Guard is a Changin’ Names,
And they’re Coming In the Dawn Of A New Age.
Masala Chai
The Himalayas, Lord Shiva’s teeth,
Turiyaloka, Abode of the Transcendant,
Bitter Herbs, Nuts, Seeds, Oil of Sesame,
Turning the Oil into Fire into Light,
The Alchemy of the Body, Deplete
From Negligence of the Scriptures,
The Texts of the Sages, who sat knowingly
At Altitudes above all of Humanity.
July 2010
6 posts
Understanding Islamic Prophets Fashion Statements
Wrap 100 % cotton around your head 12 times and open your heart.
Not Be Lazy 2010
Committing myself to start actually working a regularly routine
and stop stealing money from my poor elite academic institution.
Consumption
Beer and Tofu Dogs, Frozen Yogurt and Rum,
Diet Soda and Entertaining the Guests
with Cat-Like Rotations of the Wrist, Pawing
Suggestively at Your Bloated Belly.
Green Melon Seed
Divine remembrance of Plastic # 2
convertible automobiles suburban
sweats and humid nights the lips
of the city humble and chapped
like it or not you are from the same
place as all of the other frightened
white people and look how little
league shaped you into a man.
Soprano
saxophone in between my streamline digits
overblowing like the Holy Spirit Trane Sanders Ayler
in my middle school destroying peoples cochleas
and nourishing their pineal glands the next thing
my ex-girlfriend trying to iron over frayed nerves
i point to the ayurveda pamphlet folded in my back
pocket that speaks about bramhacharya and the spiritual
benefits of abstinence.
Even on the Astral Plane I am late!
Satsangs given by the anointed one, our Saviour,
and I am dicking around in the adjacent room,
going on trips 400 miles to the next town,
to watch Jyoti perform with her Ancestral Orchestra.
When I finally enter the Sanctuary, the Prophet has left!
I am late and my friend and his Mother
watch me from the other side of the
bathroom mirror, folding laundry and idling.
When they leave, I...
June 2010
3 posts
Wierdly entangled
with the domestic lives of strangers whose door I enter,
eating their vegetarian quesadillas special request,
watching their movies about Sport and Nelson Mandela,
meditating with their wives and mothers and husbands,
sleeping on their couches calling the biological moms on their home line,
saying good-bye in the pre-morning dawn to their Son as he goes to work.
this guy
toys with the hearts of the Vietnamese, Venezuelans, and Okies,
knows all trajectories on earth go up and then down,
trying to flatline his stimulation level like an Indian Mystic,
finding biological hardware conflicting with the above,
gives his skinny frame in devotion to the Mother.
The Great Patriarchs
This is my song to all the great Patrarchs.
I am in love with their beards and bare domes
shining like cathedrals, lingams.
But none I love as much as the Sat-Guru,
who informs them with radiating spectra
undectable by the gross instruments of Sense.
Like a Tang dynasty mendicant,
I take my time as it comes;
the dried weight of a Sunday afternoon
my only metric.
My mother is concerned,...
May 2010
3 posts
Tathāgata
One who has thus gone,
One who has thus come.
Stuti # 3
To You the Most High I bow thousands of times in an instant. Knowing the truth of your beauty, knowing the reality of your white hair untouched by sandy specks of worldliness, You Exist in Consciousness Bliss, blowing into conch shells, eating flatbread, salt, and garlic. You speak parables, hungry disciples who want curried chicken, given cooked dough no ghee, give them a taste of what you eat -...
Stuti # 2
ravens and writing desks, stamens and mats, disciple and Guru, what a distance is that! the earth and her angels, the air and its ether, the fire and her corridor, spinal column and pyre. performing God’s errands in a vessel of light, to catch up to the crown of lightless light, like Einstein running next to luminosity, perpetually outrun by an immutable constant. should I stand like a...
April 2010
2 posts
Youtube Radiance
Your emanations with the energy of atomic fusion
Felt even when discretized into pixels and broadcasted,
This is the strength of He About Whom Not May Be Said
Through your mindless attainment.
I am in love with your form, and in love with you formless
Ether of space-time, I am your vessel!
This pork-chop body of mine not without utility,
Extricate identity into the seedless spheres of...
Inner Dialogue # 4,925
Drink this infusion through the eyes
process through the heart, use the head for pranam
not for thinking, live like Thoreau’s
“Harvard Man as a Handy Man.”
Yes but I am struggling with tamas
the light is eclipsed by the gunas
I want to give myself to the fire within,
climb methodically into the jaws
of the coiled snake at the base of the spine.
March 2010
6 posts
Only This One
Holding on to the ornament
which is a vessel for zero not zero
I hope to bow to two lotuses
and not get caught up in a pair of jeans
and a city without a name, and industrial revolution technology,
can i get beyond myself, can i go to sleep, can i do what is required?
Yes Yes Yes!
New Stimuli, Old Trajectories
Nothing is nothing but trying to find a reference
in universal emptiness of nothing the glass is
well what is a glass object relationship
why has psychotherapy influenced my diction
how can i escape myself and this empty shell
only through taking the axe and ripping up the foundation
the ruby glints faintly through the topsoil
the gem internal radial symmetry
all points point inside
it...
Narrow Chinks
My cavern, sanitized with bleach, rests amidst
the hum of softened air, the atavistic drilling
of rocks for the purpose of science.
My mind emulating this environment,
I shall go somewhere else, but where is there to go
in a world where the frontier is circumscribed by highway?
I have already posed this question to myself;
my initiation into higher education was the articulation
of this...
New Arrival to Tea
Hatter: And ever since that (mournfully) he [Time] won’t do a thing I ask. It’s always six o’clock now.
Alice: Is that the reason so many tea things are put out here?
Hatter (sighs): Yes, that’s it; it’s always tea time, and we’ve no time to wash the things between whiles.
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A crumb filled platter,
Tell me, Love, what do you say?
Do you...
What is Good Orderly Direction?
Not this, not that. Not this, not that. Not this, not that. Not this, not that. Not this, not that. Not this, not that. Not this, not that. Not this, not that. Not this. Not that.
The spectra of fluorescent lights dangerously illumines the table clothed with an African print manufactured in Scandinavia. This is where I grasp awkwardly at the mysteries of divinity.
-Hey Ken, Do you believe...
Nova Vita
New life underneath Monk underground
syllables abound tool belt of focal points
convergence of light in the agya chakra
the beauitudes of hum drum dharma bum
existence pouring the warm amber sympathy
into agnostic openings, space the only utility
not the things in space, remember devotion
and its path of sacrificing the light within
to the Light without hung up about these
objects...
January 2010
5 posts
The Fundamentals
le me ne ge ge je je je
alphabetical almost medical
evolving synthesis of sibilant
syllables we feel ourselves light
gifts of our Mother we dance
and listen to mix tapes waiting
or suspended pushing from
the pelvic floor our brow relaxed
eyes bright chin tucked buttocks
tucked we move like syllables pronounced
announcing ourselves as healthy shelves symmetric
images imprinting infants...
Adán y Eva
Yesterday I watched the animals and it made me think of you. The females are more smooth, more gentle and more harmful. Before mistreating the male, they hide, they defend themselves. Why? I have seen it in you as well, like the doves, inflamed when i am calm. Is is that your blood and my own catch fire at different hours? Now that you are asleep you should answer me. Your breathing is calm, your...
Letter to the Editor: Defense of One Wounded...
Dear Editor,
I am a talented actor because I act all the time. The world is a stage to which we return as ash, made from God’s dust. I am as malleable as God’s vision, which is infinite. All my actions are sacrifices to Hir, and even when I feel bad about “myself” I know that that too is a deluded view. I am broad. I contain multitudes. Thousands of personalities brew...
Culinary Rite
i want a plate of endogenous
vibrations that haul my frame
into unknown states of
je vous embrace
and Burrough’s haunt
and projected hallucinations
and wild fermentation
and scuffling spatulas
and linen hibernation
to emerge in spring
a wild majestic
cultivating the spaces
between conversation
as anti-lethargy manifesto
Yoga with Grammie
Eyes dilate when nervous systems entrain
Mahavatar reveals himself when bananas ungreen
a form converges when i stop thinking
breathe tick breathe tick release tick
the spectrum of sound and light
a pound of dates, God’s refined sattvic treat,
the chain unwinds my reflection in gold
they left with their cat and a bag of malt balls.
November 2009
2 posts
hieroglyph inhalation
weaseling with words man thats fine tuned
petering on the verge of lurching foward
aluminum foiled the act in the second scene
we react like plastic people to benzene
all screaming playful interestingly absurd
the word tirade falls into clay mannequins
band-stand dance to the fan’s chagrin
nothing left is sacred ‘xcept what’s within
The Birth of Mysterious Lexicon from Inconspicuous...
Out from the cavernous vacuum radiates syllabic emissions
the forthcoming fornications of form and emptiness
grasping with dry hands wisps of fog
a bed of leaves that you sit on, spiritual advancement,
alphabetic perspiration why can’t i find you before the sentence
ends?
October 2009
1 post
addled
how many degrees kelvin
spoke the wizened wizard
with one hand above a flask
a flattened parchment below
the wealth of his synaptic cleft
pushed him like pool balls
into leather pockets, hark!
he knew the limiting factor:
time. and had agreed to
sacrifice his frame for greater delusions.
August 2009
6 posts
Texcoco
Lake as centralized energy,
a left-hand helical autotroph whirling in the blood,
my thoughts inspired, darting, chemically clean.
up like an anvil swinging in the Jamaican sun,
the inner captive irresistibly isolating
the external forces, food shortages,
the pressure of back against the wall.
wrong way, wrong way,
physiognomy calibrated to peace
Natural Questions
We have questions about the origin of life. We have questions about our own creation as a species. We seek sleek reasoning to explain our own cellular differentiation from a zygote into a fully operational touching smelling tasting hearing seeing being. We have the maps to our genetic dictionary, studied the properties of the genetic alphabet. We have proposed recipes to build single celled...
An Ascending
a situated, a natural
a circumscribed, a sallow
a satiated, a seeking
an attentive, an attenuated,
an atypical, an effeminate
wine lips press
prayer hands pierce
fire eyes deepen
wet goodbyes condense
a child in the restless backseat
anticipating arrival
Why not? more spine in yr grind
Why not? central nervous system
Why not? fermented motion
Why not? Smokey Robinson notions
opening the potion vial
Why not? kitchen crest ride
Why not? sweeping gesture
Why not? resonant marrow
overtone overgrown
Why not?
heard like a Monk underground
banging tinny keys and opening a bag
o’ DMT spoken easy like...
Rindfleischetikettierungsüberwachungsaufgabenübertr...
The longest compound noun in German. Literally: Cattle marking and beef labeling supervision duties delegation law.
Cosmic Dust to Cosmic Dust
Rust an indicator of our raw energy
on this awesome sphere, iron oxidized,
the gray matter shimmers in irises
diced vegetation on our biological
stratos, straddling stern looking
women photographed in an opaque
lighting fires on the deck to save
the children and the women lets
go “More people to the power”
in a Funkadelic ramble dominant to
dominant the arms race of neon
...