I'm sorry.
The phone was busy all day.
zonko (same)
1/23/10
The Midget
was a restaurant
Borges went to get a hamburger
he couldn't even see
his picture being taken
Borges went to get a hamburger
he couldn't even see
his picture being taken
zonko (same)
The Void
precedes me
exceeds me
succeeds me
this is it
parinoia
paves the pathway
towards satori.
the master replies,
if you are thinking of
"towards satori"
it is not satori
you are thinking about.
satori is here.
can you go towards here?
start walking!
exceeds me
succeeds me
this is it
parinoia
paves the pathway
towards satori.
the master replies,
if you are thinking of
"towards satori"
it is not satori
you are thinking about.
satori is here.
can you go towards here?
start walking!
zonko (same journal)
The Fourth Eye (for J. Pethick)
No two ways about it.
Seventy one views
of the same tree
hang somewhere behind
the transparent plastic
tacked above the window
seeing is believing- seventy one views
the mountains float
upside down on the water
or pendicolar to
the mountain
ninety degrees
blue sky and clouds
mountains
and water
outlining infinity
Seventy one views
of the same tree
hang somewhere behind
the transparent plastic
tacked above the window
seeing is believing- seventy one views
the mountains float
upside down on the water
or pendicolar to
the mountain
ninety degrees
blue sky and clouds
mountains
and water
outlining infinity
zonko (same)
I'd better drop dead is what she said.
After I'd already said, You better get off it.
So it was goodbye my trump and bitter pill,
B.B. King's "The thrill is gone" ironically
echoing from the plastic speaker of the transistar
I'd turned on to help me survive the packing
which was over so fast that I thought for a minute
this must be a dream.
Climbing into the taxi two hands full of suitcase, typewriter in my teeth,
I thought of her beautiful body and held back the tears, just.
I thought of the snarl in her final fury and shook my head.
I didn't have the foggiest where I was going.
What planet was I contemplating.
Louise was the kind of woman you wanted to meet when
you had two weeks and a fireplace and a
clear willingness to wear out your face smiling.
I'm not quite sure what it was about me that had
landed me the part of the juggler early on, but there I was,
as usual, getting out of the cab, teeth full of typewriter,
hands full of luggage and head full of mean thoughts about
the woman who'd fingered me out the door as the last act
of an eight year minor tragicomedy.
And there she was behind her big red eyes in the rain
in front of the Sylvia Hotel, titling her head slightly and saying,
maybe you know.
Ther was no time to say, maybe I'd like to because of the acrobatics required to drop my bag and catch my typewriter right at my shoetops
after my teeth forgot what they were supposed to be doing.
After I'd already said, You better get off it.
So it was goodbye my trump and bitter pill,
B.B. King's "The thrill is gone" ironically
echoing from the plastic speaker of the transistar
I'd turned on to help me survive the packing
which was over so fast that I thought for a minute
this must be a dream.
Climbing into the taxi two hands full of suitcase, typewriter in my teeth,
I thought of her beautiful body and held back the tears, just.
I thought of the snarl in her final fury and shook my head.
I didn't have the foggiest where I was going.
What planet was I contemplating.
Louise was the kind of woman you wanted to meet when
you had two weeks and a fireplace and a
clear willingness to wear out your face smiling.
I'm not quite sure what it was about me that had
landed me the part of the juggler early on, but there I was,
as usual, getting out of the cab, teeth full of typewriter,
hands full of luggage and head full of mean thoughts about
the woman who'd fingered me out the door as the last act
of an eight year minor tragicomedy.
And there she was behind her big red eyes in the rain
in front of the Sylvia Hotel, titling her head slightly and saying,
maybe you know.
Ther was no time to say, maybe I'd like to because of the acrobatics required to drop my bag and catch my typewriter right at my shoetops
after my teeth forgot what they were supposed to be doing.
zonko (same journal)
Realize
this is not me.
I have lifted
this image of me
from the garbage
and uncrumpled it
reclaiming your me
I have lifted
this image of me
from the garbage
and uncrumpled it
reclaiming your me
zonko (from same journal)
forkless
a knife-like life
a fork-like talk
a spoon-like croon
a plate-like fate
a bowl-like goal
a cup jump up
a glass class grasp
a fork-like talk
a spoon-like croon
a plate-like fate
a bowl-like goal
a cup jump up
a glass class grasp
zonko (from a old journal, never before published)
You Friends
you can't make your friends behave as you want
you wouldn't make your friends behave as you want
if you could they wouldn't be your friends
if you would you wouldn't be their friends
your friends can't behave as they want
your friends can't make you behave as they want
if they could they wouldn't be your friend
if they would you wouldn't be their friends
you wouldn't know them
you wouldn't make your friends behave as you want
if you could they wouldn't be your friends
if you would you wouldn't be their friends
your friends can't behave as they want
your friends can't make you behave as they want
if they could they wouldn't be your friend
if they would you wouldn't be their friends
you wouldn't know them
zonko (sometime in december 2008)
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