January 2009
10 posts
Saturday Haiku
What sound does winter
make when giving birth to spring?
Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip.
free association starting with Palak Paneer
Palak Paneer
Lucy, I am home (How are you my dear)
Used Garage salesman
Happy Meal Worms
Salad Dressing
A Well Dressed Salesman
The Death of a Guppie Fish by Horace Throat
Hopeful Hominids and Blueberry Bunch
A Harvard Man as a Handy Man
Candy Cane Gallows
Plough Boys
Bakery eyes
Tissues
Sports Illustrated Murse(Man Purse) Edition
Giving me lip
Grade Reports
I saw her goggling my...
can a skinny kid attain satori?
i saw him wearing a white sweatshirt
with three-dimensional red yarn monsters at his hridayam
big dilated pupils and cross legged
he was three years old and following the Way
like all children.
on bathroom mirrors
glowing with two decades of exuberance
and with fuzzy shadows of self-doubt on his upper lip
his imaged appeared
non the less revered for his verbal diarhea,
unprompted...
Born To Be A Kitchen Hand
I was born to be a kitchen hand
my character was sharpened between a blade and a clove of garlic
I cut two heart-shaped figures out of onion skins and wear them around my eyes
they are my rose colored glasses
my world is opaque when raw
transluscent after fire and oil
throw me among the garbanzo beans
I gain some flavor with cooking
Ah! Sunflower and Ginsberg's Blake Vision
Ah! Sun-Flower
Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller’s journey is done:
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves and aspire
Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.
- William Blake
Ginsberg’s Vision
While masturbating
you heard the...
a Case of the Wabi Wobblies
pouring into this moment
low resolution strings and distorted synthesizers
theres famous dreadlocked characters working the waffle iron
men with badges and patches and guns eating deep dish pizza
people taking naps on the top of the mountain
law students on ski lifts who don’t like wearing clothes
funk in your headphones and under your arms
plastics artfully crafted into...
Ikkyu's Skeleton
Making love to your white frame,
I see myself in your marrow.
We are all unborn bone structures
underneath skin and tissue
smiling skeletons cradling each other’s head.
My days are full of postures
reading Sutras with my leg in the air
carrying around my spine:
the wall I sit against.
When I am restless in black robes
I think of you
Breathing deeply in the zendo or brothel.
...
Inception of Tealines
the common teal in nuptial plumage
bright blue ducks displaying their transient hue
the feather weathers. it is dead at maturity.
new growth, neophytes, a jade cutting
symmetric loss and gain: the old coat
still needed to cool off the body during night sweats;
the new line, anticipating verse succeeding verse.
old skin a testament to where you have arrived.
time for tea.