Brother
I pounded the laundry rock As if flaying at the very essence Of my soul These clothes remain stained Where are you brother I cried , where are you now?
Sounds of silence
…..And behold the great gathering of bodhisattvas and Jesus disciples , Shams and his followers , Arjuna and Krishna , Moses on the battlefields of Lafayette Square singing Lean on me with candle vigil as if it were a holy place and by God it was , and someone quoted Dalton Trumbo , Walt Whitman, […]
Feeding my better angel
Those seeing it will rejoice It will always be fragrant With rare flowers Scattered everywhere ” The Lotus Sutra”
Journey
I’m a poor unaccompanied man travelling through time My feet and hands have felt this scourge of pain called life Tasted the wines of Jesus words, the perfume of Rumi , been dressed by Buddha’s jewells and scoured clean of my moral beginnings I have sat with holy ones in dreams and seen the secret […]
Tathagata
In the land of radiant virtue Will come days of darkness and rage Brother against brother Sister against sister And the false profit will hold up A holy book Among the teargas and cries And somewhere someone Will step forward And they will be black And they will be called Radiance Tathagata One worthy of […]
On a midnight clear
Magical shit happens when cowered by doubt unable to move forward or back. It was on a midnight clear in October when the sky shook with Thor like thunder rolling across the sky black waves from the deep. Show me a sign I uttered from beneath the bedsheets. And there it was , my Billy […]
Better souls
After Shirley died she said let’s go for drive . I said, okay , where ? Let’s go to Albury she said. Albury, fucking Albury , what the fuck for ? I dunno , I just want to drive , let’s just drive. We ended up somewhere near Daylesford a long way from Albury travelling […]
Matt
My father didn’t like cats Once he found a litter Hiding In the long grass He put six of the kittens In a hessian bag And dumped them In the river I had a ginger megs Tough as nails I called him Matt after Matt Dillon In S. E. Hinton’s book We had a beautiful […]
House
This house is too neat I learnt more about myself When I lived in hovels Surrounded by demons and cannibals There was a place I had or was lent to live in A place as strange as Hieronymus Bosch I had to crawl over a thousand years Of crap to sleep on my pissed on […]
Anything but
The streets are lonely of people even when the streets are full of people there is emptiness , so much stuff going on, cheap rooms and cheap wine , scared old men masturbating away their fears on someone already dead , poor Marylin , I heard she wrote poetry , there was a lonely person […]
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