Hello World

Hello world…I’m in a mess

Got a feeling…deep in my chest

There’s a jangle

In my bones

It says Hold on brother

You are in for a storm!

You’re born to be here

But you were not warned…

Hello world…something is wrong

I’ve never seen such a baffling dawn

A silver shiver

A broken gong

Is flashing through me

And it’s thundering home

A desperate message

But I could be wrong…

Bear this beating

But my God!

You’ve got to free me please…

What is the world

What is the world

What is the world

Hello world…maybe that’s fine

After all I’m just doing my time

On a planet

I never made

So full of fakers

And their miserable games

I’ll navigate it

But am I to blame?

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7 Haiku

Honking pair of geese

rowing their heavy bodies

just over the trees

An old mobile home

chained to a rumbling tow truck—

police lights flashing

Lit by her phone’s screen

as she stamps down the dark street—

a girl’s pretty face

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Intricate whistling

of a hidden morning bird—

I can tell he’s tiny

Cloudy city park—

green bleeding smell of cut grass,

my slow steps spongy

Hunched lady waiting

at a bus stop before dawn

yawns into her glove

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Friday after work—

leave that crowded train and walk

home in golden light

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Move Me Forward

Time…move me forward

Time…move me forward

A Jumping Jack

Jehoosephat phenomenal show

Beckoning

Everyone who suddenly knows

Sky’s…growing closer

Sky’s…growing closer

Clouds up there

Clowning in a carnival

All of them

Jubilantly ineffable

I’m…gonna notice

I’m…gonna notice

What’s been here

All the time but I could not see

An intricate

Ecstatic multiplicity

Why…should we blow it?

Why…should we blow it?

It’s older than

Anything we can conceive

More total than

Anything we can perceive

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Flashes 34

Here

you are

with yourself

Such a muddy priest—

indeed a man

who needs a God’s Day

After A Long, Deep Embrace

He: Oh. The world.

She: Who put that there?

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Amazed at how every

one on the bus treated

each other decently

We all

must relate

angel-to-angel

We forget that we stand

in divine light—

and then we remember again

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Musicians—

always tooting

their own horns!

Fascination

rather than

obsession

An endless

series of

firsts

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Those for whom humanity

is a nagging

inconvenience

Music—

is my solace from loneliness

making me lonely?

Pretty enough

to make

you dream

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Taking good

care of yourself

is prayer

Live and learn.

And forget.

And remember again.

Tears can

make you see

more clearly

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People are

only as good

as you are

Only illusion

requires such

vehemence

Buddha’s example:

calm clear-eyed

child on the train

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