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The Singing Gypsy and Her Lover The Poor Poet
Exhausted resilience The singing gypsy vibrates the universe and shatters its steel shackles And steals oxygen from galaxies and returns to the Milky Way to share Deep breaths Trying to communicate with an apparition A spirit ever evolving and immaterial and immortal The gypsy continues her caterwaul sweet angel’s plea, the death wish and life promise She keeps both in… Read more →
The Law of Parsimony
Can’t stop I can’t stop The road is the demon deity force Verily said Zarathustra As he ran from civilization disease Like the fungus spores that take over the mind of the insects Civilization is numbing Zombies alive Steered by the invisible pop spores, dissipating into the water from the Chem trails etched in the sky Gathering at the base… Read more →
A Poem for Your Blues When You’re Thinking About Life
I wish I could write away your blues Your tired boned weary beat brain sad thoughts Life is no joke The universe is a joke though And the mingling multitude pangs around every hiway exit Jokes No need to feel trapped It’s life No need to feel rushed It’s life It’s happening and happens Whether you plan it or not… Read more →
The American Young Men
Lots of laughing The night Is wacked with silly dumb voices Young men In the Tortilla Flat reincarnation Hiking and exploring and being children Laughing nonsense Drinking death Smoking gloom Its fun I don’t take life too seriously Cuz it’s so serious that it’s not serious Its zen to be gone And giggling Into tomorrow’s arms Running from the today… Read more →
Observations in the Tea Shop and Orange Sunshine
The couple sitting by the window Has devices that Connect them They are clean Mechanical in movement and tone and dress They are talking about reservations Something about them appears inauthentic Something about him is entitled and brainwashed Something about her is Mean and robotic Tablets and phones and I think they are afraid to make eye contact For fear… Read more →
I am a Worthless Flower
I am a worthless flower I smoke cigars in the silver time And drink bourbon scotch whiskey In remembrance of death and My best friend’s Opa and Mimi And they are together in death Floating forever in the silver time And I am a worthless flower Blossoming as the first star peeks out from the sky Mud and snow… Read more →
The Sun Rises for Me Also
Some nights I do all I need to prepare for tomorrow And im beat Lay down to read It aint even 7 yet And I find myself dozing I start to dream about meeting Brett On the Boulevard de Rue And Hemingway is with us Buying a round of Pernods “getting tight” He says grumbly like a sea warrior washed… Read more →
A Quote Someone Might Care About in a Hundred Years
To write is to talk to yourself Without being insane To sing is play with yourself And to not be obscene To dance is to kiss yourself And not appear conceited To love to love love love Is to give yourself And never die So write and sing and dance and love And scoop some sweet salvation From the… Read more →