Meditation

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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

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the wasp

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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

 

ode to that whore, amsterdam

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amsterdam, you are a cruel cunt of a mistress with your red lights and promises of sin
perusing my paris papers i see that i was lamenting my good fortune
and wishing to be down and out
now it’s projection manifestation
400 kilometers north as i sound like henry
happy-go-lucky and hungry
sex-crazed soliloquies on a stage meant for sermons
amsterdam, you conniving kankerwhore
your disease is doling out fair-weather friendships and
counterfeit culture
fetishizing artistic starvation as you order me to get down on my knees
for the wasted, window-shopping tourists
your heart is as cold as your winters but
you cannot bullshit a bullshitter and
i never go down without a fight
amsterdam, you salacious slut
we are coming on another christmas
another hobo biertje
another sleepless night wrapped like a gift in my lover’s arms
i’m not asking
i’m demanding
that this year you stop lifting up your skirts to piss on the poor and pitiful
who are working with the scraps from your table and
turning them into feasts
be a bitch in the bedroom but
a lady on the street
and let your sons and daughters thrive instead of survive
let us have a future instead of just tonight

i stand

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i have a great plains laugh

it floats across the prairie and collides with the rockies

who then echo it to me but it sounds different

it says: remember where you were born

i was the desert child, the sagebrush serenader, the coyote caller

rendezvous with the cheyenne

and the other little girls put ribbons in your hair

i tattooed a dreamcatcher on my arm

the feathers pointing in each direction

so that i can always find my way home

to the place where my father stood and said,

today is a good day to die

i knew sitting bull before sitting pretty

and images of bareback warriors protecting the tribe

lulled me to sleep in the thud of the wild mustangs hooves

i have crossed deserts, meadows, mountains, and oceans

to get away from my white (wo)man’s burden

drowning my trail of tears in firewater

but there you stand

speaking for the mother whose voice we can no longer hear

once again saying,

this is not yours

she is not ours