questing on a vessel

of awareness for a spark

buried in the chest of an ark

at the bottom on an ocean

called unconsicious

tiresome yearns for the isle

of earnesty and truth

beaches abundant

with grains of faith

too elusive for attachment

grasping for a miniscule

immensity,

weary for a stand upon

diminished to be hidden

by gaps, agasp for air

and the clarity of here

again at a loss to the chaos

of the unconscious toss

i return to rest ahead

upon the moss atop

the rock of reality

what more could there be

but the enlightenment of day?

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.

A Day's Walk 3/1/12

Armor, Mango, Shake, and BIA

fresh red & black graffiti

beneath a New Bern bridge

where Bobo the hobo gorilla

froma dream lives

Helicopter under half-moon

headed to the hospital,

WakeMed, where i was baptised

into the physical

form, a car alarm is offset

in the apartment complex across the creek

cuz carjackin's and b&e's are clockwork

where unconvicted stick-up kids choose to creep

I continue 'long a trail

paved for a pipeline of sewage

that runs parallel with a railroad

and a waterway called crabtree

these are the woods that nature lovers

treat with avoidance

for the litter on the banks

and nearby highway noises

it would seem these woods

would be sick with the excrement of civilization

but the trees grow strong

and give off excellent vibrations

i check the time by sun position

in my pupil dilation

and see she is soon to set

on human annihilation

but with no worries i proceed

in league with the spirit of the growth

taking poetic notes

on mneumonic tablets

of the wide and rounded river rocks

where the Neusok warrior

used to roost atop

now plastic bags collect on their curves

like polluted flocks

The creek runs into the Neuse river

who i follow upstream

listening to the music of frogs mating

slipping beneath 264

i find a greenway, newly constructed

Isn't it hypocritical to cut down trees

to appreciate nature?

I encounter a man building bridges,

asked him if he needed a worker,

he said there was barely enough

work for him as it is.

I continue and scale

an unfinished bridge over

blood red muck water

guppies and amphibious creatures

stir up clouds beneath the surface

stepping sideways along the beams

i make it across unscathed

delighted in how obstacles provide

the adventurer with purpose

the ways and means for the offspring

of Adam to become Awakened and Annointed

random thoughts of transcendence

blend with rap lyrics

i decide to run through the brush

until i interrupt

a mexican couple fishing in the river,

dropping a catch in a bucket