be universal

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. We denizens of the cuckoos wings ablate the northern sky. Clamor, maples.

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

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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