be universal

Forever ions in patterns

Lost from a block of neon

Radish the

Such sadness the wingedless

Adjacent to beautiful Marxists

Vapors upon vapors

And deer mirrors

The laughing clacks

Ukulele Man

One glass becomes myriad

Infinite reflections

As the earth fades

I am upside down, a Hare Krishna

Riding the ancient void

And the phosphorescence

Follow the polyrhythm

Into a new language

At the floating pyramids

From Dali to the perfect tomorrow

Unmarred like this

A forest within a forest

Insects rise and fall

In a crucifixion for everyone

Dabble in the clockwork

No violets, non-ultra of

The Dervish is cultivating

All tomorrows everywhere

Burgeoned, beyond fathoming

I write on a jeweled papyrus

With golden dirt

Fullness of the this and that

No seams, no separation

Abloom

As the delirium and pogroms

Whirlwinds end

From a carnivores banquet

Theorems of the emblazoned

Like the owl writes it

A harp in the fields

A thousand rosined out

Like the rising winds

As birds laugh

At the underwater avenues

A juniper sings

And Lao Tzu’s prayers

A.M. rabble rousers break

And the forest hefts

Look to the dizzy swirls

Talons of the surreal of the novelist
A new cedar

Clamored out heroics

No more conceptual pruning

Just fall forever

Before any whorls

One molecule one mind

Succor for the realm of absences

Go downward but not to the heights

What is this universe?

Steppes to breathing

Alight nowhere

From rivers of wine and salt

The lemons are translated

They bring me closer

At the laundry mat a scarab

DIY for the symbolic

A blank wall shouts

He paper maches the goodnesses

And electrocutes the microtones

A warrior with a shopping cart

First the rumblings of the atom

That is an axial moment

And becomes a new passage

Cherish the alchemy of dukkha

Circling the breezes and waves

A deva above shangri la

A rumbling in the jade

Strayings from a murmur

And geode foreheads

So much light in our veins

We drink from ancient scripts

And know a twin reality

Mustard seeds of the heartmind

And prophecies of the last moment

Welcome to the ox pines

A lost, wild rhododendron

Jungians before time

A taroting of

An intestinal rhythm like

The hour of the moth ones

Just as a whirlwind

Everyone heavenic is splintering

The gasps of a century

Likened to a phrygian scale

Wisps in the hollow

Like a green pagoda

This, this, this

To frolic like kings

A star, a sphere

I am numinous

As you stumble in the air

Like a varying moment

Just the seeds of grace

The warped math of the waves

And a solemn glyph

Be a dead swan

Astral months and the seric like

Sidereal realizations

And stellar business suits

A ray of light and you are bonkers

Desert flowers, desert minds

Unto the essence, and now a vortex

From the center of a thought

A strange metamorphosis

Kafka in repose

The whole universe is a tattoo

On the back of a sea turtle

Cry out in nostalgia

The old earth whirs

Thumb pianos of water

Labor berserk and toil

A yogi of the high magic

And dizzy are the drumsz

Sadder than ever

Wailing on a circuit bent casio

I live from the pomegranates

The sound of the sky

With the voice of the wind

On a glass flute

I weep cobalt

Forget all artistic nihilism

Be the iron petal

Rejoice!

A twisted pine out of line

The sanskrit dragons meet

Birds in the clouds awaken out loud

The homeless guide us

And redefine cubism

Upon sheets of birch bark

Stand up in infinity, Jean Michel

I know there are heroes of sadness

Our last breath awaits us

Dystopias abound

I drink from the sound of quartz

Blue lips, blue fingers

The summer writhes to the heat

I listen to the plastic bag kings

I am the esoteric, the papyrus

Though even archetypes decay

Except for the infinite center

And a word that hinders

To ascertain the alienic whalesz

Above an anti summer

Just like a rolling bell

The great matter of the xylophones

And eat a tree

As a flower drifts by

Of the wind and its marrow

Where the rhubarb chuckles

Axis to spire and

A whirl of drum machines

Across steppes and theories

The sublime fastening of

Thinking a saffron thought

Like a garish ray

I sew my fingers together

Then a bullroarer in the mind

Fading into each star

And a lo fi heron

Always the depths of the symmetry

I rail against God as God

Mint leaves

Scribes and anti scribes the

Fluorescence in heaven

Be a tardigrade

The winds of language

And a threefold Christ

A cubist wu tang

Pass the topaz novella

I will be a marsupial

In the last world

At the first turning of the planet

A monkey laughed

Over a chorus of telecasters

Mu from all directions

A tree in a flower

A deer from a rock

Hath the absurd to dust

I clang from the heart

And drink from the door

Who interpolates the bedazzled

With the boundless eye

As for statecraft I flim flam

To the imploding guitar

And a dark sun

A laughing whale

To each molecule a kingdom

Begin the melancholy

And nothingness reigns

The masses and their illusions

Are among the great circle

That the Friend’s eye watches

To thee cosmopolitan foreheads

Of this or that bauble

I fall into the stars

Reading Jung, as he complexifies God

The One lost in the heights

As bored as the rest of us

Arise you and banter

With the golden evening

Become the waves

Knowledge rusts and peals

At the gate of all things

Smoke haikus

At the eye’s limits of heaven

And electric forests

And alms on Beale St

And zapped by the ultrared

A distinct and wild peace

All is fading, fading

Each tree in each cinnamon eye

Like a murmuring of

And fake poems

And I have strayed in the gossamer

As the treatises ring

TV sets falling from the sky

Forget yourself in the air

Be the waxwingheartsz

At every corner-pearl

Dervish of the anti matter

On the path of paths

A golden crust punk

The spark of an unwritten sky

Laboring the phantasmagoria

For a sacred squid

A dynamic of one wholeness

Avenues of mouth and hand

To the twining of dances

To the rings of the talking stones

I, the rider of lost ideas

And a twisted flight

Uglystrong

Bitterworm free

Halo of

Upside down in infinity

The cosmos laughs

A red lynx

As a deep crimson as a

Suddenly morphs

From lost ions

Because of a neon dandelion

You banquet the dark

And casios forever

Beyond the heightened the marrow

A bardo or two a goodness

Believing in the stones

Rekindness for eucalyptus forests

A vaporing in the endless

Just like green crickets

In the steps of the willow

I make a new yarrow

Only to float on by

The mighty daisies and caramels

As my first vein

A jade jadeness

Unto the absence of a greater reality

Begins the one shattering

As Karl Marx roars

The tribe disenvelops and is ragged

Look! The masters are unheaping

Regulate zero

The exacting sky engineers

Who dull and numb the crowds

One thousand seances

For every dub producer, salt

A leavening of infinity

Anti matter everywhere

To saunter and ruin

A field of alien orchids

Let the skies explode

That once of green fervor

A nihilist mantis

Papyrus with limes

Straying through the argyle

Like a wave of rain

This maestro

Arpeggios un-unite

From each patchoulied fevering

Our falling minds

Umlauts in the atmospheres

Like the weirding of

The manifestos eye

Doves coagulate

On cedar waves

Mystical detuning

Like a melon in zazen

Through out the crystal-eyed-world

A finger floats by

The novellas of the flock

Axial dumpsters, man

Gone like the world is