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I lift the spheres anti Revs look to the future I’m banging on quantam entanglements

Curling strings, desert violins, laidback suffusions. Abstract collages with leaping gazelles. Song of martyrhoods. A staccato guitar revolution.

Out of the electrified realms of the bulbul tarang Williams oscillates and edges. There are effects and arabic tonalisms that murmur in trance like glistenings. Being ocean and being water and sand. An overflowing chillness cascades.

In this true place we fade The art of night dispelled A vagrant in awe

Trees and birds in outer space The language of starlight Infinitely compassionate

From a pouring ledge I deepen the esoteric With an elm growing out of my head

In an awl my thoughts stir From the many eons of a stone I am holding my arm in the air (For eternity)

Here he is in the boreal-mind-ark Just for the fleeting noise A sleepwalking eye

First the old earth Then a new tangerine Because of easy lazy man

Like the neo rain collapsing On the edges of the breath A picollo master dies

Then you cello the dark A ginseng rumination Lost forever in a pachinko arcade

You want this daydream Just like the angel in Wings of Desire Now what? Bows

May the abject fly In the rings of a tree Like a dove with a flute

Through the distortions of being alive I have seen the sky shift Like a shaman in the rain

That leopard on the threshold A bird in the river And my hands fall away

Beauty is an echo Of hypomania and fleurs I drift by in the night

Like skywriting in esperanto And the slit throat warriors Of our nonsensical melodicas

Stray in the filaments Marsupalami, a beacon Broken plaster

That ultimate seer Wishless, absolutely idle Carrying the scribe

Aloe fighters laugh, topple A barrage of metta Curry the hopelessness

Rising in the melted sky I whirl within the occult My collectiv of gooseberries

To the irksome soon I have a perfect oblivion Neuroses sing in the etheric Bestowing zazen like I wish you mania And obsidian gold

Existence sours my equalizers Dishevelled and raw clients A murmuring sky

Out of the tablelands a guitarist Blinking through out the honeycomb I am a shining wasteland of

My seric surrealisms hum Like fireflies I conjur The protodeserts in my mind

Distances of the pecan woods A clique of rhizomes Waver like, swaying

Beyond atari mindsz the. Luddites entrenched in their goshawks lives and a whirling yet empty easel. Believe in the caretakers jubilees who eat the salvation of air conditioners and tv antennas. How the loveliest boreal heartsz among us disweary it. Pass the hypersonic mic! Then in each season the breath leaves. Mirroring the mirrors. WeContinue reading “Onceness, Peacefare”

Holy telegrams and salt repertoires I jugular the varying Be the being of itself

As the waves reach your heart A sweat lodge infinity We become platypi

I live in my tears The day dances into night I sleep under a bridge of water

Earth is the wine of heaven I beg my masters to kill me The monks darken

That cosmic that mantis A wound of diamondings Mastering onion skin

When the world egg cracks Blissfully commencing itself God before the senses

In a serene lungstar Orange days wane Beautify your unfolding

A dragon in the multihued skies Patterning the inner mind A severed thought

Designed by mellotrons Our figs our larches And breathing molecules

Because of saffronic melodies I shouldered the forest A.M. shadows in ruins

Thus spiraling thus an operatic Crazed glances at the noumenon Skandhas, undehoneycombed

The plastic phoenixes are sublime In a lesser eye The aardvark goes by on a wheel

Mountainj devasz from Epiphany hellsz lovelier Than a sea deity9

Sun rises and bleeds Open your thoughts and sweeten I am a flax continuum

Stoicism for the phantoms Be the dancingless of Wasted in my best velvet

My theories are my stupas I begin mossy, unelevated A cul de sac of absences

Hypersunsets in the branches Harmoniums ox weirdness Believe in the retro skies

Look to the wild currants Believe in tangled retrospectives Eat the shadowless rainbow

At kindness mountain these oblivions A dark glowing gallery Lapsong floods the tributaries

As each moment is (resoNANT) itself Though winged though midi New languages in their birth throes

Mozart in black and white A somber bittern attacks Above all, I think of fading

A cut up yet glorious bible In the parchments of your eyes Wet laundry mouthful

In a millisecond of wonkiness An array of vicissitudes I walk out of Lorca’s realms

“The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.” Blake on complete self abandon

From the upside down heliums A new postmodernism strikes From these graffittied out aphorisms

Who is ultraviolet who is a maniac Green blood green ink I am an alien or an alien hyacinth

Apostles bring-gather the light For heavensz darknesses So many dead angels

All pointillisms are once Only once does the rucksack Or the extremes of joy

Tear ducts and tangle-fevers Mind in the skull Floating roots

“Life is interesting, I guess.” “I want to know what nothingness is.”

My master humiliated me for 50 years And I ate salamanders Green gray, yellow red

And loincloths and frisbees Writhing oligarchs And messianic buddhists

The monk’s apple head Outro of the whims Beatitudes of the golden

Esoteric realities of the nocturnal bardos Rejuvenate our absurdities Binging on rain-haloes-the

This is my nihilisms, my glintings Before the saplings of thought Just as the dizzyman laughs

Rewild, rebless, reorganic Gears of fruit and sassafrass I cry for Elliott Smith

From the depths of kindness The pen moves beyond Shatterkingdomrosin

Be the yarrow of the yarrows Awaiting the rhododendron,-light The master jeers

Spilling wine I revolve Dervishly the posse Let reality wane

Balancing the underwater Each photon laughs A scaffolding of the eye

Tao TE Ching …. te means the ingrained pattern of something, like the pattern of a split log, or just simply as the Tao’s virtue.

Just the rolling of clouds And karate orchards Dwelling in green serif

First a turpentine tone Awe realms, diamond taffy A peregrination through out

Resonance of the auras Gliding through basslines Berserk with a neon

Lapis, lapis the winter teeth Deconstructing a perfect path Librettos of the 40th century

Theorems of the blasted cerulean Sencha warriors of the horizon Sycamores in the grand whirlwind

Far out are the rainbowingsz of the metta-ness Spiraling upward into the wildest reaches Let the funked out preacher yowl

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A man of lesions and pralines A non linear musician Sings to all the wild, sleeping birds

Like lemurs and nuclear fusion God is a visitor A lo fi assemblage

To the geometry of the forehead Our differings in mania Let the chartruse ring

The art of this poem is finished

A portrait of zikr aligns I ramble in and out of the borealhearted Like a blinking aurochs

Favorite Grateful Dead Song? China Cat Sunflower

As the broken phonographs Rewire your synaptic blunts Diatribes of milk nomads

Don’t expect a living planet Lunch table beats, mad physics 8 billion apocalypses

I have seen the best minds of my generation Sitting upright, motionless in zazen Pointing to the all-embracing God

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Bring me a fjord And I will dance on the head of a pin Aloe to aloe to aloe

First sepia then monologue Debussy and the daikons Earthen bows, sky bows

Bring the universe together Like God is seducing you Disappear then resurrect

Among infrared owlings The lazuli reeds and the Wisdom awaits

For all of eternity I was content to be God And then suddenly I existed In a realm of love and hate

Let go and let the void This spiritual minimalism Poet, gasmask, pen

I think of the luminous ones Spilling sake on their tatami mats And the color of emptiness