Sunday, September 28, 2014

The Calling

The talk today . . .
In church today
     -About being all we can
     -Doing all we want to
And
     Knowing
          What that is

I am inspired -
As I lay upon
     My couch -
For this is something
I Truely
Want
To
Do -

To lie
Here
Within the influence
Of
The little
Air conditioner box -
I am fulfilling
A deep and basic
Calling
A deep and inspired need
To rest awhile
And to be cool while
     Doing it


What a wonderful invention
This -
A box -
Whose sole reason
     For being
Is to produce
     Cool air.

Like that
I would like to produce
- for the people of this earth
Something Truely helpful
-Truely wonderful
It would be my gift
     To them
It would be my
     Calling
My talent
My contribution
     To the collective
I would produce
A certain cool air
A certain savoir-faire
I would
     Bring down the light
Which would help their
     Plight
Their plight of being trapped
By materialism
In material body and mind
     Boxes

This would be my
     Alchemy
My gift
Probably no one
Would ever know -
But "they" say
It does matter -
Somehow
     It clears the air
Makes people
     Less prone to fight
Makes available more
     Spiritual
Light




Thursday, September 18, 2014

Wandering Off

She forgot 
     To wear 
Her 
     Underware
To the 
Country club
 - formal 
     Dance -
          (I heard) 

She used to be
     So stylish
     -so fine-

One time -
She was lost 
     Buying gas 
And had 
     To ask -
The way 
     Back home 

She almost stole 
     My boyfriend 
          Once 

She was as good
     As that!

But no matter how 
     Upscale 
We are ...
- Turquoise  Jaguar 
In the garage -
(She is still living 
     Across the street 
     From the beach 
With famous 
Neighbors)

But, no matter what -
     There is this 
          Pesky 
     Natural 
          Law ...

-won't go 
     Away
-cannot be 
     Reasoned 
          With -

That -

We all go 
     Away -
One day 

The game-board -
     This holographic 
          Video game -
Cannot really 
     Be won 

Some leave 
     Quietly 
Some loudly -
Some wander off -

Some are welcomed 
     In -
     To 
The arms of 
     God -

And know 
The way 

Axes

I no longer have 
     An axe to grind. 
I gave up my axes 
     And my grinding wheel ...

The I that had these things 
Is becoming less 
     And less -
She is seeing 
     Some things 
As baggage 
Some others 
     As burdens 

Trouble and complications
As
Something
To be avoided 

Now she needs 
     To give up 
Sugar and wheat 
     And 
Become neat

Good luck 
     With 
          That !

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

The Tango Will Miss Me

The Tango will 
     Miss me 
For I'll be 
     Waltzing 
With you 

A person can't do 
     Everything at once 
It seems 

We will be dancing 
The specific steps
Of correctness 
Not the 
Improvisational randomness 
Of the moment 

These people 
At this place 
Don't know 
How it can be done 
     A dance 
     With no steps and no beat 
     And only holding close 
          And feeling the heart beat 
What can this mean 
What can it be for 
     How could we sell it 
     For a profit 

And of course, 
That's the beauty 
     Of it 



Monday, September 1, 2014

Perfection

Everyone seems to have 
Their own 
Agenda 

Wanting me to follow 
Theirs --

Even the six year old 
Who makes up rules 
To suit herself -
She let's herself win 
But not every time 
So as
Not to
Create suspicion -

She's too cute 
To say no to -
Now 
But someday someone 
Surely
Will
Life itself will 
Have it's way -
It always does

And you -
You
Want me to be 
Someone special 
Someone perfect 
And I -
Just want to 
Run 
To hide -

The answer is 
A certain degree 
Of confidence 
I suppose -

And

Better hiding techniques 
-Camouflage 
-Smoke screens 
-Carefully covering 
     Tracks 

Let the six year old compose 
-all the rules she wants to 
But you -
Will have to know 
That I'm not perfect 
Now -
And won't be -
Probably -
Ever

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Scrape, Scrape, Scrape

Teeth scraping 
How can this be right ? 
She puts on her blue gloves 
And cracks her knuckles 

I take a pill 

Scrape, scrape, scrape 
Say a mantra to myself 
Listen to oldies playing there 
Breath deeply 
Scrape, scrape, scrape
Visualize the third eye 
Feel the little Valium kick in 

Turn your head this way
Turn it that way 
Open mouth 
Close mouth 
Brush more often 
and floss 

I look out the window at the beautiful 
View 
Ojai mountains
And eucalyptus trees

Why me ? 
Why am I stuck 
To this particular body 
And forced to feel its 
Pain ? 

Why isn't there a switch somewhere 
I can turn 
Off my connection to 
It 

One which is not the final 
Switch 
One which is not available 
Only once
And possibly 
Forever 

Sometimes I envy those 
Who 
Never think
About it 
Those who never ask 
Such questions 
And don't 
Care 

And then she's done 
For awhile anyway

On the way home today 
I will have a donut 
That's what I'll do 
That will prove 
( nothing to anyone ) 
But it will taste so good 
- I'll have two -

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Gee-whiz

Sitting on the front porch
In my chair 
It's comfortable here 
Day is nice 
Not too hot 
Not too cold 
Beautiful breeze 
No obnoxious wind 
Neighbors are quiet 
No yelling today 

Sitting on my front porch 
Very zen 
Contemplative 
Trouble is . . .

I know 

If I open that door,
That front door, 
There are things to do in there -

More things to get done 
Than I can possibly do -

Dishes probably sitting in the sink 
Waiting patiently 
To be washed 
Dust on things 
Waiting patiently to be 
Removed 
Floors to sweep 
Stuff - to be . . .
     Done
     Something with ?
Not to mention paint and plaster and 
Other mysterious things 
Like backs of closets 
And bottoms of laundry bins 
( bin currently buried by 
Laundry) 

And so I contemplate 
How long can I legitimately 
Stay here . . . ?

If I 
Camped out 
In the yard 
I would never 
Have to 
Go in there -

I have heard that 
Gypsies sometimes 
Do that 
Leave the house empty 
And live in the
Yard -
Excellent idea there -

The postman just came -
Delivering bills 
Ruining my 
Zen-like mood 
And I'm getting hungry -

Gee -

Whiz