Sitting in red velvet pantaloons by the side of the ganges
with my new laptop. hey 2 jack. the imac
died an ignoble death, flickering screen it could
tell me it was on but it couldn't move anymore
polio and blindness its fate. i am taking it to work
pulling out its guts but i doubt i can resurrect it.
sadly. sadly. everything go boom.
since i had my income tax i decided to buy a top of the line
on clearance pc. it's very nice. my son can play all manner
of online games on it. now if some emergency comes up
i'll have to charge it. but that's what cards are for.
day 4 of the breakup and i can finally cry.
but i won't bore you with that. i'll smoke some pot
and pretend things will get better. love is waiting
somewhere in the future, unknown, unknowable
so i move thru this present toward the unfathomable
balancing just above the flames.
****
i love these pantaloons. they were given to me
by my mentor upon her deathbed. they never
show blood she gasped as i peeled them from her
sweating body. take them and godspeed.
)(
the river is muddy this time of year.
rains in the uplands wash mountains
to our delta. i watch the swirls of yellow,
cian, other reds and browns. over and over the smoke
rises from a bidi, then moves on. cast a stick
into the water. divine a message. play it back.
occasionally a dead thing will float past
its body bobbing and humpy in the water.
human, animal, plant. they all look the same
in death, missing volition.
*===@
on the bank, shallow and wide, a tree
branch is becoming a woman's face.
her nose is noble. her eyes are open
and staring far above at the silences of clouds.
i see her glance at the red on my legs
then like a bull she rises and dives into the water.
comes up a nymph. i want to follow her
past the flow of grief but the pantaloons
hold me back. i always prise what they give me
too much. let it become the memory
instead of a face. i don't remember what
she looked like. just the feel
of her pen
as i copied the alchemists
symbols onto parchment
then burnt them.
8
once by lover took
infinity and turned it on its side.
the necropassage slipped right thru.
the zen masters prayed to the priests
the priests intoned to the masses
and the masses became the master
a face so fly eyed it flayed us.
into be.ing. seperated. one for each portal.
no wonder she can't believe in collaboration.
*
the army intelligence officer
walks the top of the rise.
below him , slightly and to the left
is a group of beggars. they
seem to be dancing around a small
patch of green. he pulls his binoculars
from the pouch on his hip. focuses. yes
there's a small patch of flowers in the circle
he notes the type, daisies,as the legs
flicker on the lens. he will report this to his
superiors. he notes the time with voice pass
into his comdevice. curses the wanks at the emperium
for not supplying him with the proper tools.
if only he had a vidrecorder. if only he
had a satuplink he could show them
the thing theyre really fighting.
the patch of daisies elongates.
grows eyes.
a woman rises from the center.
she points her finger to the sky
then directly at the center
of his binoculars.
they melt in his hand.
he will report this to his superiors.
his weapon finger twitches
but when he reaches for his gun it has become
a snake that wraps around his fist
and carries him back to the battle.
9090909090909090909090909090909090909000999999999999
there was magic in numbers.
sixes, three, nines.
look enough and correlatives
swamped the mainline, no express busses
come thru.
now there's 3 cats in the house.
pure white
pure black
and striped.
soon they will all be gone.
in my dream this morning
i chose two kittens
to take home, by gender.
i left the females.
too much to fix.
i want to see what finds us here
in this roomy house . what kind of family
can pass thru this time. they complain
about how i always want them to go
move on grow up be
beeeeeeeeee
without mommy telling you how.
i want love and sorrow to flow
like rumi said as she broke the final lock
and barred the river from the sea.
died an ignoble death, flickering screen it could
tell me it was on but it couldn't move anymore
polio and blindness its fate. i am taking it to work
pulling out its guts but i doubt i can resurrect it.
sadly. sadly. everything go boom.
since i had my income tax i decided to buy a top of the line
on clearance pc. it's very nice. my son can play all manner
of online games on it. now if some emergency comes up
i'll have to charge it. but that's what cards are for.
day 4 of the breakup and i can finally cry.
but i won't bore you with that. i'll smoke some pot
and pretend things will get better. love is waiting
somewhere in the future, unknown, unknowable
so i move thru this present toward the unfathomable
balancing just above the flames.
****
i love these pantaloons. they were given to me
by my mentor upon her deathbed. they never
show blood she gasped as i peeled them from her
sweating body. take them and godspeed.
)(
the river is muddy this time of year.
rains in the uplands wash mountains
to our delta. i watch the swirls of yellow,
cian, other reds and browns. over and over the smoke
rises from a bidi, then moves on. cast a stick
into the water. divine a message. play it back.
occasionally a dead thing will float past
its body bobbing and humpy in the water.
human, animal, plant. they all look the same
in death, missing volition.
*===@
on the bank, shallow and wide, a tree
branch is becoming a woman's face.
her nose is noble. her eyes are open
and staring far above at the silences of clouds.
i see her glance at the red on my legs
then like a bull she rises and dives into the water.
comes up a nymph. i want to follow her
past the flow of grief but the pantaloons
hold me back. i always prise what they give me
too much. let it become the memory
instead of a face. i don't remember what
she looked like. just the feel
of her pen
as i copied the alchemists
symbols onto parchment
then burnt them.
8
once by lover took
infinity and turned it on its side.
the necropassage slipped right thru.
the zen masters prayed to the priests
the priests intoned to the masses
and the masses became the master
a face so fly eyed it flayed us.
into be.ing. seperated. one for each portal.
no wonder she can't believe in collaboration.
*
the army intelligence officer
walks the top of the rise.
below him , slightly and to the left
is a group of beggars. they
seem to be dancing around a small
patch of green. he pulls his binoculars
from the pouch on his hip. focuses. yes
there's a small patch of flowers in the circle
he notes the type, daisies,as the legs
flicker on the lens. he will report this to his
superiors. he notes the time with voice pass
into his comdevice. curses the wanks at the emperium
for not supplying him with the proper tools.
if only he had a vidrecorder. if only he
had a satuplink he could show them
the thing theyre really fighting.
the patch of daisies elongates.
grows eyes.
a woman rises from the center.
she points her finger to the sky
then directly at the center
of his binoculars.
they melt in his hand.
he will report this to his superiors.
his weapon finger twitches
but when he reaches for his gun it has become
a snake that wraps around his fist
and carries him back to the battle.
9090909090909090909090909090909090909000999999999999
there was magic in numbers.
sixes, three, nines.
look enough and correlatives
swamped the mainline, no express busses
come thru.
now there's 3 cats in the house.
pure white
pure black
and striped.
soon they will all be gone.
in my dream this morning
i chose two kittens
to take home, by gender.
i left the females.
too much to fix.
i want to see what finds us here
in this roomy house . what kind of family
can pass thru this time. they complain
about how i always want them to go
move on grow up be
beeeeeeeeee
without mommy telling you how.
i want love and sorrow to flow
like rumi said as she broke the final lock
and barred the river from the sea.
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