zinger

 

paralyzed

by a

love like

gravity.

i want to

do the

right thing,

but then

don’t and

don’t learn,

just detach

and watch

myself do

wrong from

the ceiling.

not so

much

afraid of

schizophrenia,

as tuned to

the frequency

of duality or

awake to

the invented

psychosis of

the easily fed.

my little light

wavers…

i wince when

the wailing

paddle

breaks the

skin, but not

the least bit

surprised by

the blood.

days like

clouds like

mountains like

monuments like

moments like

days like clouds.

secrets keep

people, not the

other way

around. pain is

not optional, we

are bred and

domesticated to

suffer, it’s holy.

life is

utterly unlikely,

but here we

are anyhow,

the jumbo jet

after the

hurricane in

the junkyard.

the choir sang

of achilles and

the tortoise, no

one in the

congregation

got any closer

to god, his lead

an impossible

gap to close.

tomorrow is

not a promise,

nothing owes

you anything.

still, there are

those yet

willing to give,

to dance, such

courage is art

of the

highest order.  

treat those

still willing with

gratitude and

promise… that

you too will

someday

love yourself

and learn to

dance as well.

approximately

twenty to thirty

miles of crust,

and about five

miles of

breathable

atmosphere,

the ideal

distance from

the sun…

the baby

bear’s porridge

of planets.

self-conscious

sentient life to

boot is

something

fierce. i don’t

want to make

sense of it.

i find myself

in a peon’s

sitcom

reading lines

written by

some sadist

alien

puppeteer.

the script

sends me to

the corner

store,

barefoot in

brown chucks,

to buy yellow

cigarettes and

a houndstooth

lighter. a

bible belt

anarchist,

my mother’s

birthday.

sanity is as

subjective as

the weather.

rain clouds

follow

those who

predict them.

if and then

adopt a third

world future and

a princess

gets a pedicure

on a palanquin

carried through

the himalayan 

alps by

well-groomed

yetis born on

on the river

ganges in the

first century.