I stare at this blank sheet, incomplete
Blindfolded, numb, gas doused, and meek.
Suddenly words erupt announced
Competing to tell their tale
And have their meaning brought out.
Feeling as if I am a star in the firmament
I’m lit on fire, a funeral pyre,
With a Buddhist monk as my guide on high.

Quasars and tangerines take my fancy
Like a child to cotton candy.
Picked fresh like Georgia peaches,
I am fed full with the meat and potatoes
On every form of dialectic reason.

Still my ideas are ever fleeting
Like White Wolves overfilled
On fields of golden fleeces.
These filigree sheep are
Soon clipped postmortem,
Under a Sumerian sunset
Without so much as a protest.

I am subdividing Quantum Fractions
Moving ever faster into the never year after.
It is a dream of sunbursts purple and orange
For as long as this day will allow,
Temporarily set in the here and the now.
I find myself perpetually refracted about.
My mind is filled full of flower head sparks
That can't be doused, or better yet, put out.

Suddenly I am stripped naked
Of my standard logic dress code.
Pushed further into the unknown.
I am left allocating allotments that are
Siphoned from lazy lumbering lifespans.
These are lives to be quickly forgotten,
Upon the blinding of birth’s awakening,
For which I must now suddenly repay.
Lest I forget and the interest will climb
With exaggerated sets of karmic debt.
And then instantly I find myself homeless,
Happenstance left with the full Dharma sum.

Is this where I get my groove back,
Out among the groves of pears and figs,
In hologram visionary back flashes?
Beyond this mortal nebulous grip,
Where Holidays are over celebrated
With quaint, sentimental soundtracks?

And you the apple of my eye,
Are you this paradise’s serpent,
In disguise, for my demise?
As Eve’s unbridled passion, come hither thighs
Your fruit has ripened and cannot be denied.

And who is this jester tormentor,
This heckling, feckless, Heyoka
That taunts me like a laughing hyena?
His Quicksilver contemptuousness
Is an inherent antagonist
That rearranges my gravitational,
Atomic rotational sphere.

But I am not one to be held down
Or be made the ceremonial clown.
So let me stand up on my soap box
To split the seam of this slender thing
We call by name, our reality.
Lend me your ear so I can clean
Up a few facts, from the past. Listen close,
The truth I pray, may come to bear,
For those who might hear .


This tunnel is dug down so deep
That even with a thousand point floodlight
You may not again see your palm read hand,
Rent forth in front of your,
Dispelled or formless faces.
Fate lies dim and gravely concealed.
'The Devil may care' feels precisely wise.
Hope's near lost, moreover flung from sight.
Contra to providence's promised entitlement
All bets are off, when you take your stake
When anteing up on your lives investments.

Here I reload my imagination
With rapid fire three round bursts
To reengage a fallen nation.
One caught in disillusion
From this war on everything
That has shredded our constitution.

On our news the residing of names
Tells a tale of thirty-two dead
At the hands of the thirty-third
In a degree of depravity.
One our United States heretofore
Disbelieved, it would one day come to see.
All for naught, In a game well played,
Called willing of the way
Toward self annihilation.

A bloody ritual has resounded
To keep the April ceremony alive.
Bell’s ring out like atom bombs
In our collective memory halls.

Easter season is always about
The greatest sacrificial, glory.
So let the May pole be raised
Encircled by ribbon bearing maidens, fair.
For fertility rites require their damsel's due.
The Earth turns in time yet again
And we are but bit players among
The corridors of our generational peers.

Be sure, the rock of ages has not fallen.
In utter silence you will know your calling.
Forfeit all extemporaneous forces.
A candle may still light the world’s torches.
The day is yet young though night will come.
So we must stand at the ready
To answer the bugler’s song.
This tale is old and the list is long
And now has come the time for my curtain call.