Fuck, The

Fuck,
The suckers
Of the wire triangular
Shower-soap-holder
Keep coming off
The wall!
 
But,
Hard pressing
The fuckers against the
Wall doesn’t work, only
Pressing for a
Long time
 
Such
That pressure
Builds up slowly and
Surely it seems so
Well back to
The showering.
 
‘Course,
There’s the fear
That the fucker will fall
Again any minute, but no
It just stays
There. Fuck!

To A YouTube Video Of Jerry Garcia And David Grisman

Blessed be the Hippie Grandfathers!
Do not forsake us as we have forsaken you.
Blessed be thy presence on YouTube.
Blessed be thy example of old man love.

To that video we beseech you to
Remain on earth as it is in the internet
And heaven, to be thy bounty as long
As we can hold you with our mouse and hearts.

Blessed be the Hippie Grandfathers.
Blessed are we that these two fine hippie gentle-men
Show us again how to talk to each other
With hands and strings and a solid song of justice.

The Body Of The Buddha

1 .

May Allah be praised.
In the Buddhahood
Where the Buddha stood,
He was a Buddha sort of
Guy.

2.

The body of the Buddha
Was pure like no other.
The wholeness there
Was wholly discovered.

3.

The body was a reflection
Of the wholeness around it.
Wholly the other, and all
Otherwise the Holy.

4.

Within the body of Buddha
Was a Holy Matrimony.
Shiva and Shakti getting
Along sparklingly, always
Having it on.

5.

Loving man and loving woman
Loving man and loving woman.
Within them there was born
The body of the Buddha.

6.

Self self-erupting
Like the flowers and the
Vegetables and all the fruit,
Like all fruits of the Universe.

7.

The body of Buddha
Was a marriage, of evolution
And involution, the fruition
Of the endless body of Buddha.

8.

Within the self lies the other
Hiding and running away.
Someone oughta shoulda woulda
Told him he was only the body
Of Buddha.

9.

She! She cries and cries
All day, the involution
The reception, the Yin
And the endless reflection.

10.

Who is this body of Buddha?
Is he a man? Seeing
As I am being seen said
The Buddha, I should say that
I am.

11.

Shakti with a kick-ass reply,
Replied who should you say
Then of who am I? Said
The Buddha no reply.

12.

The voice of the body of Buddha
Was pure like there was
No other, a perfect blend
Of Shiva and Shakti and
The given.

13.

Inside himself was the body
Of Durga, the daughter and the
Mother, the lover the betrayer
The Shakti the Shiva, the
Slayer.

14.

In the body of the Buddha
Was the Earth Mother herself,
The bones and the muscle and
The blood and the gristle.

15.

The flesh of the world
Was enmeshed in the Body
Of Buddha, but the worlds
Within went to infinity
And beyond.

16.

The Buddhahood where the
Buddha stood was arrayed
Like the froth in a bubble.
All possible worlds ever
The Buddha strolled.

17.

In each world was the body
Of Buddha being here in
Many multiple ways, endless
Choice to be here or afraid.

18.

In the shadows a shadowy
Figure runs and hides and
Runs away. What world
Would a Buddha deny, one
Where he went astray?

19.

In the love of the Mother
And the love of the Father
Is no child ever led astray.
The only thing that could be said
Is someone went astray.

20.

May Allah be praised.
Within the known is found
The knower, and welcomed
Within the kingdom this day.

21.

In the kingdom of Shiva
And Shakti, where the two
Entwined reign, the Lord
And Lady all bless the
Blessings of the day.

22.

The Buddha is born, the body
Of the Buddha is born this
Day, fruiting forever in
Forever far off kingdoms
Contained within.

23.

The froth on the sea of
Every wave of every sea and
Wave, in the body of the
Buddha’s amazing multiple
Multiplications.

24.

Ever the one in the body
Of the Buddha, our
Cosmic conscious universe,
Male and female and all
The rainbow arrayed.

25.

The one within is born and
Awake and awoken up today.
All the days endlessly
Arrayed in rainbow colours,
Time and space.

26.

The body of the Buddha.
May Allah be praised.
Shiva and Shakti, Earth
Mother, Durga and a little
Yin, all in the body of Buddha.

What’s Good?

My cat scratches the carpet
Hooking his claws
And drawing himself along on his side.

The garden is so generous.
I want to decorate it with figurines and tiles
Like a child’s bedroom
To show it how grateful I am for its inhabitation.

Hasta la vista pasta!
I haven’t touched you for weeks
Today I filled the bowl
With half a dozen steamed vegetables
All different, each taste becoming the
One something.

9-2-2016

Superheroes

If I was a superhero,
I’d gather all the other superheroes,
And tell them of my secret secreted
Inside me, that makes me such a
Superhero, so super at being a superhero.

I wouldn’t know the sense of that,
What I’d pulled out of my magic hat,
If I didn’t see that something had landed
With a splat – like a rocket ship sat
On Mars that had made it back to Earth.

That somewhere in this circle of superheroes
Was suddenly expressed the same super seed
Of superhero sensibility in everyone of us.
We would all lean in to see it there
In the centre of the room, bright and clear:

The superhero supersonic sensibility where
Each one of us was possessed by the air
Of being a superhero. Willing to risk it all,
Life and limb, to bring it all out, nothing within,
Out on a limb, declaring it visible, inviolable,

Tangible and present, us risible superheroes!
The air electric with the potency of ‘super’,
Super-saturated, inundated, more-than-fantastic,
The atmosphere amongst us superheroic
In all dimensions, each and all sensibly

Superhero.

Home Pome In The Morning

On my mind in the morning
Was the fact that I learned
That it wasn’t that
(That) the tap was much tighter
After the plumber came –
Than that it was
That my habit was still
To turn the knob tighter
As it used to have been
When it was stiff to turn
Before the plumber had been –
And so in an aha
I didn’t turn it off tight
And it just sat soft and easy
And no water doth run! –
And that it was like meeting
Myself in the past and the present
And learning that I’ve learned
And I can just learn again
About staying in the present
Instead of turning off the tap
Too tightly as I used to do
Back in the day
Before the plumber come
And I was a younger man

 

Matches

I love to burn candles with matches
The box is always a thrill
The dead ones lie there so close to the living
It is like disturbing a grave
And the truly grave occasion
Is when none lie alive among the dead
– or No!, is that one there? –
And with horror one discards it into the rubbish
And grabs a fresh new box instead –
I love to burn candles with matches
The new box is on fire and I shake it
It rattles like a rattlesnake caught in its lair

 

 

Good Men At Large

(in the spirit of Leonard Cohen)

 

You see them in conversation,
With open gestures and open hearts.
They’re generous with their attention.
The talking flows: it’s no fits and starts.

The defences are done,
It’s a heartfelt sound,
This dialogue has no camouflage. Watch out –

There’s good men at large.

They’re standing in their power,
Steady eyes and feet on the ground.
Their bodies are like a watchtower.
And their hearts they shine all around.

They’re sovereign kings
But they don’t need to bring
A bunch of followers or no entourage. Watch out –

There’s good men at large.

They’re speaking their truth in relationship,
Their voices gentle, kind and strong.
In their loving, it’s not a dictatorship.
They like to listen; they don’t speak too long.

They’re honest and open,
It’s what their women were hopin’
Was the truth – there’s no need for espionage. Watch out –

There’s good men at large.

These men are generous lovers.
They like to touch, be tender, and smile.
They’re sensitive when under the covers.
And they’re straight-up; there’s no need for guile.

But they’re not P.C.
When they see a sexy
Woman, they like to look at her decolletage. Watch out –

There’s good men at large.

These men are fierce, with clear boundaries.
They’re warriors and not a walk-over.
With a fiery spirit, they defend with ease/
With a spark, a flame, or supernova.

Like a spitfire plane,
They’re true with their aim.
There’s a tally of scores on the fuselage. Watch out –

There’s good men at large.

These pioneering men are changing the times.
You wouldn’t know it if you watched the T.V.
But if you’re out on the land, you would see the signs,
At the gathering: GOTC

Get Off The Concrete!
Don’t be a donkey!
If you’re thirsty, try it, it’s not a mirage. Watch out –

There’s good men at large.

Feb 2012