The Wise Men
from Lao Tzu to Kerouac
Seek Solitude on the Mountain
But those who laugh into the abyss
discover in the Dark Night
that the Collective is the key
to Enlightened Expression
Lightning Prayers can do no harm
as dragonflies and butterflies
prepare for METAPHORM
surpassing the SuperEgo
as three bleeding women
giggle at a nigger on a unicorn
feeling conflicted, this goes beyond the
you or i
cutting up the past, standing up to father figures (this means what?), starting our tribe
the animal in you i HATE but LOVE
bursts of physical not always kind
it’s the human in you that muddles my intellect
the revolution looks different than i imagined and without nectar/ambrosia the humor
gets lost
maybe sticking it to the man is better suited to the young
it is what we DO that defines us
and i don’t want to be trailer trash manifestations of nail polish names
“I could have been Somebody!”
as glass shatters and the air becomes putrid with hops
i want to cut through the cosmic bullshit and understand the connections but dharma is
often sidetracked by human drama
if i am not creating, what am i as
WOMAN
what must be unblocked to give a shit about something other than boys, booze, cigarettes
YOU have been MY mirror
at times i have not liked what i see
sit with it detach observe
sounding like a dirty hippie
why should one be ashamed of one’s roots?
the birds are silent after my breathing; the wind stills
sounds from my childhood gone save the freeway
she returns with a whisper but the answers have not come
the old poems were about running away
searching for home
20 years it still doesn’t exist
but i love you and that is as close as we are going to get
for Allen Ginsberg
breathe in joy and inspiration, breathe out wisdom and peace
breathe in joy and inspiration, breathe out wisdom and peace
repeat
breathe in joy and inspiration, breathe out wisdom and peace
sit with it
observe pain posture breath
pain posture breath
teeth on edge as air replaces words
breathe in joy, breathe out peace
breathe in joy, breathe out peace
repeat
breathe in joy, breathe out peace
thoughts amble by linger pass
father mother lover
dark places observed cataloged paused
for further reflection introspection
breathe breathe breathe breathe breathe
eyes open
tree rocks in the wind
she is always there sister wind
breathe breathe breathe
joy, peace
joy, peace
physical fading
joy, peace
drifting drifting
joy, peace
questions questions
joy, peace
answers coming
joy, peace
third eye opening
a path
a man in red and gold appears
kind eye gentle hand stop
you are going your own way
turns walks away
breathe breathe breathe
ego wants to continue
sharp pain in head
eyes open
heart racing
33 minutes and cockblocked from enlightenment
by the Dalai Lama
diatribes like friendships can go on too long
anger spewed forth from the lips of a failed rock star
the one getting more rotund around the belt
white and balding, unshaven in ill-fitted clothes
i am yoko, nancy in a fantasy that i am the succubus
feeding off the talent of the cock endowed
that green eyed monster is seething again
the youth you so despise is peppered with wisdom
the kind washed up old men never find
we all need our literary feuds
so thus we have ours
this tongue creates everything you want and cannot have
my rising star is a funeral for a friend
whose empathy was feigned and whose ego
sabotaged his own success
