Lightning  Prayers

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


We eclipsed in the name of Art

In my naïveté i lost Faith 

While proving Love

i bow to the Father i tried to release 

The Universe doesn’t agree to the Trinity

And i weep



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


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


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


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

the wasp

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