From the 2020 Collection "War Bread"
I saw a man and his crumb snatcher… sprawled on the porch of their hom… it was painted a bright ocher with… small, modest, humble, clean, givi… A joy, in short.
In Thirty-Four years I can count on two hands how many times I’ve been in my right mind. It is a small percentage.
He wouldn’t budge to show me what’s a hard heart, my own heart was closed if it was closed to him. Maharajii said,
You can ask to be shown, opened unto a dimension, swirling, sickening realm. But, woe unto thee fleshly being, dare ye enter that perilous gate
This day, there is no ONE to beat your fist… No party, no tyrant, not even a faction—
I wept at the sight of my guru’s picture, Praise God, He is always with me, a Holy thing,
I know people see him and think, “Gee, that’s crazy.” Which makes it embarrassing to see him
A whole lifetime can go by simple and average, without change, misunderstood, or understood all too well—
Are we in the field or on the field? When I soar for the disc I wonder how that cloud got its shape.
Whether you’re preaching to the ch… or your words fall on deaf ears, just know you won’t swing a single vote.
Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,
Their adversaries’ heads were placed in a Styrofoam icebox and it still wasn’t dissuasion eno… The chase of supremacy lingers until the farthest reaches…
I hear now a raucous party in the… Recognizable party tracks fun and… Laughter, joviality, intoxication… With the advent of unseasonal heat… the moment of festival and mating
I remember the hosts, the factory of structure, each angelic order sized with even number, cascading fractal
I remember being unmoved at more than one funeral at more than one memorial looking about impatiently impervious to the cries of the cry…