catching up on new poems posts
2025.5.18 – Get go got gone
2025.5.19 – I do my soft shoe
2025.5.21 – Body hurt inside out
2025.5.23 – My fodder fate
2025.5.24 – Time to do Buddha do
2025.5.24 – How do we get there
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Get go got gone
motive moved on
Mind seems bad mime
brain seeks good time
My advice
avoid people
If you don’t
you deserve trouble
Camus’s right
problem is life
Not
or knot
As for ego
I’m carry-on cargo
Have barcode
where my heart shows
Wear my clown shoes
in a clean clone
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I do my soft shoe
in the speed zone
Don’t know much
but I’m not alone
I keep on
carry my gone
Keep going short
when should have gone long
I’m not a fool
just play one in reel life
Stuck in loop redo
of precipitous strife
But it’s a gas
I cherish my pass
Keepin’ on
havin’ fun
As we sink in shaft
of wee we on T.V.
In hell
of half happy sell
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Body hurt inside out
mind hurt outside in
what happened to win-win?
Seems to be me against reality
but since we create reality
looks to be me against me
Which wolf am I?
hungry? creaky? sly?
none do I deny
Born from flesh
flesh in flesh in flesh
leaving bits and eases
Silly lily willy nilly
toke some dope
pop some pillies
Long as moving
I ain’t no shark
more a mark on the running
Don’t mope
get hope
s
Seek holy smoke
maybe baby Buddha joke
or Leonard’s koan
Songs from the dead
fill my head
hoping hope happens
Dance and balance
and yet
Somewhere down the line
stuffed rabbits
cotton candy wine
Or maybe
“Good dog here bone”
when atoned
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My fodder fate
my mother maybe
I travel state
of the intellectual lazy
their failing art
to weave moral fabric
and wrong way warp
denying heart
tiptoeing around tragic
gaming word
sinking safe in herd
sad in lack of magic
leaving laughs
and happy photographs
in dark of matchless candles
in dusk I must
in light I amble
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Time to do Buddha do
clean kitchen
out garbage
wash dishes
do laundry
rake cat box
wind clocks
dog walk
stand in wind waiting poo
Buddha blinks butterflies
coming gone lone time coming
Good is good as gets
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How do we get there
when it’s always here?
Then and when become how
if it’s always now?
Sally goes round the roses
only if they growzes
Where in now infinity
is future past be?
I think I see
In knead of seed
old olly olly oxen freed
Life is what we bleed
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