Wednesday, October 16, 2013

little poem

go out 
go out 
little poem 

go out 
and swim 
in the air 

zip around the world 
and up in the sky 

bounce off a satellite 
and then 
I'm not sure 
what you do... 

but you are caught 
and captured 
by someone 
who wants to 
read you! 

go out, go out 
little poem 
go out and get 
     some air 
I've done my best 
now I must rest 
and you 
go 
do 
what you need 
to do 

chocolate sauce...

chocolate sauce 
life needs 
chocolate sauce

too many people 
struggling here 

too many homeless 
too many hungry 
too many stuck 
     in dead end jobs 
     and such 

too many taxes 
too many forms 
too much hassle
too much sorrow 

it's advertised 
as a way out 
it's spoken of 
as the solution... 

this zen 
this sitting
this contemplation 
     of ones 
     navel- 

so simple 
so easy 
     just stop- 
     just sit- 
just allow the thoughts 
to stop thinking themselves... 

(there goes my karma- 
that little spider 
had to die.
It was racing across the desktop- 
straight for me- 
probably not poisonous 
-but one 
never knows)

such a very 
bad Buddhist... 

but 
I've come to the end- 
the end 
of trying to figure out 
the unfathomable- 

(second spider...
What?)

I've come to the end 
of believing in 
somebody else's 
stuff 

my own is 
difficult 
enough

-trying to find a corner 
in a small house 
to put the altar-

I find 
that 
the 
altar 
is in 
the heart! 

besides which 
it's a real "space saving"
idea  

counseling, for God's sake!

so now we've come 
     to this... 
counseling! 
     for God's sake

by some young 
Whipper-Snapper 
Who's never done 
     much of 
     anything

and isn't even 
out of 
school 

but it's free 

but she 
has not seen- 
does not 
know- 

how life can 
kick ones butt 
sometimes 
and drag one 
down the road... 
(have been listening to 
too much country music, 
of late)

all of these psychological 
ramifications 
mental justifications 
got me through 

I am alive 
still 

sometimes wondering 
how I survived 

how I keep on 
running 

around the 
wheel 

around the
dharma 
of us all 

so now 
we find out 
how it all works 
how all the childhood stuff 
gets amplified into 
blocks 
and such 

so I guess 
I could thank my abuser 
for abusing 
(but not too much) 
for he has caused me 
to inquire 
what the F---!