Friday, March 9, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
60 minutes to live?!
First things first-
I need to leave some kids.
I’ll wake my lady up,
tell her I’m ‘bout to die,
take her finger in my hand
and wipe the diamond from my eye.
For the next couple minutes,
I’ll keep the details blurred,
but rest assured and secured
the morning wood gets the bird.
And the bird gets the seed
and nectar she deserve,
I’ll make her coffee with cream
and sugar, well-stirred.
But just in case it so happens
I did not impregnate ‘er,
I’ll bust a nut in a cup,
put it in the ‘fridgerator.
“Save that for later baby,
I’m about to die,”
I tell her that I love her
‘cause I never say goodbye.
Then step outside
and start running down the Ave;
troop into the bank like,
“Put the money in the bag!”
And if the bank teller
does not wish to comply;
I’ll tell her “hurry up, Bitch!
Cuz I’m about to die!”
Then she’ll give it to me
even though I do not have a gun,
I’ll take the cash, cut ass,
and split half with a bum.
The same one that’s always beggin’
on the corner by Popeye’s,
I’ll tell him “Good Luck MuhFucka!
‘Cuz I’m about to die!”
With the other half,
I’ll drop it in the mail.
Just enough to make sure
my baby gets fed well.
Then when the cops come
I’m a jump into the woods,
and find a fat tree
where I can try to reach Buddhahood.
I’ll sit down cross-legged
and do what I can.
They’ll remember me as a baby-makin’,
bank-robbin’, bad-mouthin’ Buddhaman!
but to return to the Source
I must forget who I am,
before the hourglass gets down
to the last grain of sand
and drops on the pile
like the planet in my heart,
till my soul passes on
… silent…. as a fart.
Full circle I’ve come
on the curve of the Path,
to let my last breath
be reserved for a laugh.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
A Day's Walk 3/1/12
Monday, October 31, 2011
Oct. 31, 2011
Correlation?
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Oct. 30, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Oct. 29, 2011
Second Day of Overcast
movement brown between leaves
cautious young deer passing through
i to it an apple threw
narrow blue peaks between clouds
strange dreams from earlier fade
sun on the cusp of virgo
and libra beyond spica
somewhere behind the eyelid
covers of the clouds above
the air brightened as i type
perhaps a walk would free us
from the bland disappointment
that i dub as yesterday
let us cook a meal and smile
focus on the hands of now
breathe a new begininning
into being like a bridge
built from the blue sky within
a low is a low but so
is what. the landscape of time
is filled with hills of patience
this computer screen is an
excuse and a distraction.
peace.
