From the 2019 Collection "2222"
#222 #2222 #comedy #existential #jmartindean
Love is endless. Mercy, too. A great debt unpaid, sitting on my doorstep, first-class.
I feel newly acquainted with this skin, everything is novel, intensity is wherever my eyes land,
Sometimes the sky is orange, sometimes it takes a purplish hue— mountains for contrast their dimen… and the light pervades twixt our c… and the light washes down mine fac…
Nine times out of ten, it’s a demon you’re seeing, not an angel. They have all kinds of disguises, I know-I know,
Praise those who sit and wait for nothing. Who sit still and know they are owed nothing. On the mat each inhalation
Curling black from crematorium sta… tell me again the hoax of the soul… The cowl paces, pretends to be faceless, swinging silver and wafting saccha…
I wept at the sight of my guru’s picture, Praise God, He is always with me, a Holy thing,
Are we in the field or on the field? When I soar for the disc I wonder how that cloud got its shape.
I thought of a human birth And I glanced up ’Twas dusk, early and bright still And close to me it fell through the sky and burned
Ten days secluded now, improper and unshaven inside a black and gold hole, dope den of sultry sound and opiate mood.
It occurs to me now that no one hears my song. Still young, I am discarded. I don’t anticipate being surprised at my aloneness in old age.
This day, there is no ONE to beat your fist… No party, no tyrant, not even a faction—
I remember being unmoved at more than one funeral at more than one memorial looking about impatiently impervious to the cries of the cry…
Want nothing from people and receive their myriad blessings Expect from them and find an empty well Eat less than a ghost
Walking lakeside, I try to discern what the frogs a… but their drone is one collective… Diving again and again after the secret,