" verging on autumn " at the guest house ; " the scent of evening lingers
-- baisao
" thru fields & mountains the autumn moon " follows me on my joyful way home home [ :] to send me to bed
-- anonymous [translation from scroll:]
& i can't even read my own writing : who's been writing in my notebook ?!
gayle says : " the concept of language is poetic
[ touring zen calligraphy show ; los angeles county museum of art :]
imagine all the stuff airport luggage checkers glimpse looking for weapons
deboarding, the face of a 4-year-old boy in the crowd gawking at everyone
the shuttle driver from eritrea tells me his story
" more to it " than this
locked out of my house
the day before my birthday
opposite of hyperventilation = art
water over rocks : Grand Canyon -- habits
one lifetime = 600,000,000 breaths
his fare talking on her cell phone the cabbie talks on his cell phone
reading a novel on the bus, stops to pick up a stranger's phone call
parallel lines meet in eternity
parallel lives meet for tea
cue the sun
" i don't expect him to understand it
" i just don't want him to shit on it
that guy see picking up that penny there a millionaire
of air
picture with no caption leaves you at the gate
not thinking but components elements of thought -- hinges
groans of men pumping iron like the sound of orgasm
the specialist who more & more knows more & more about less & less
-=[ YOUR HAIKU HERE :]=-
unexpected blaze taking only what they could carry on their backs
" there are no strangers " only people we haven't met yet
" no third time " he did not burn down the town
what's really happening hasn't been written
title of a poem i may never write: ON NOT READING THE LANKAVATARA SUTRA
my room : goat trails thru mazes of paper
" a l w a y s g o s t r a i g h t
writing but 3 things still the monk entertains thought that his are the best
1. blue sytrofoam buddha 2. miniature golf course buddha 3. opaque yellow plastic key chain buddha 4. buddha bar [ grant avenue, across from "the li po" :]
let's go!
it's all right to fall asleep in the middle of it all
please just l e t g o
old dog scratches ribs with foot & flips a flea into outer space
on the bus pointing out his former home to his new girl friend
space of expression grows tinier dwindles to a fly spaff instant of perception a blind turtle nesting in the eucalyptus
history uses us can we use history shit after it's eaten
take whatever is in your hands your smile lights up the whole universe unimpeded awareness
subcutaneous
HAND CRANK [ a manual grouch :]
on my last legs starving in the 24-hour supermarket every item is a bronzed replica of itself
TRUE FACT: when madonna tours her crew consumes 1000 tons of carbon fuel / year
the surf erases grains of the sandcastle wave by wave
dawn i swim
in a cloud
" verging on autumn
" at the guest house ;
" the scent of evening lingers
-- baisao
" thru fields & mountains the autumn moon
" follows me on my joyful way home
home [ :] to send me to bed
-- anonymous [translation from scroll:]
& i can't even read my own writing :
who's been writing in my notebook ?!
gayle says :
" the concept of language
is poetic
[ touring zen calligraphy show ;
los angeles county museum of art :]
imagine all the stuff
airport luggage checkers glimpse
looking for weapons
deboarding, the face of
a 4-year-old boy in the crowd
gawking at everyone
the shuttle driver
from eritrea
tells me his story
" more to it
" than this
locked out of my house
the day before my birthday
opposite of hyperventilation = art
water over rocks :
Grand Canyon
-- habits
one lifetime = 600,000,000 breaths
his fare talking on
her cell phone the cabbie
talks on his cell phone
reading a novel
on the bus, stops to pick up
a stranger's phone call
parallel lines meet in eternity
parallel lives meet for tea
cue the sun
" i don't expect him to understand it
" i just don't want him to shit on it
that guy see
picking up that penny there
a millionaire
of air
picture with no caption
leaves you at the gate
not thinking but
components elements of thought
-- hinges
groans of men
pumping iron
like the sound of
orgasm
the specialist who
more & more knows more & more
about less & less
-=[ YOUR
HAIKU
HERE :]=-
unexpected blaze
taking only what they could
carry on their backs
" there are no strangers
" only people we haven't met yet
" no third time
" he did not burn down the town
what's really happening
hasn't been written
title of a poem i may never write:
ON NOT READING THE LANKAVATARA SUTRA
my room :
goat trails thru
mazes of paper
" a l w a y s g o s t r a i g h t
writing but 3 things
still the monk entertains thought
that his are the best
1. blue sytrofoam buddha
2. miniature golf course buddha
3. opaque yellow plastic key chain buddha
4. buddha bar
[ grant avenue, across from "the li po" :]
let's go!
it's all right to fall asleep
in the middle of it all
please just
l e t g o
old dog
scratches ribs with foot & flips
a flea into outer space
on the bus
pointing out his former home
to his new girl friend
space of expression
grows tinier
dwindles to a fly spaff
instant of perception
a blind turtle nesting
in the eucalyptus
history uses us
can we use history
shit after it's eaten
take whatever is in your hands
your smile lights up the whole universe
unimpeded
awareness
subcutaneous
HAND
CRANK
[ a manual grouch :]
on my last legs starving
in the 24-hour supermarket
every item is a bronzed
replica of itself
TRUE
FACT:
when madonna tours her crew
consumes 1000 tons of carbon fuel / year
the surf erases
grains of the sandcastle
wave by wave
chemorad patient
eats lamb chop
with his hand
day after my birthday
i nap a little longer