Poems Of Any Length

[Queso]

ok- ok, ok,

A quite peculiar lot of Humans BELIEVE

THAT

We are all experiencing One Consiousness,

One that is Universal,

And subjective to the observers.

You, and me.

Thus-

When I act, which I claim for kicks-

I'm actually partitioning our consciousness

like a hard-drive,

You see?

For however many moments I'm the product

Of some other data

Manifested from thy withinity.

 

I sank to the bottom of the moonlit

Lake

of the unconscious one night,

-as a smooth blue stone mantra, fully aware-

while my body you all know

just lied there in a bed,

Tight-jawed and Alert

for things that come from

beneath the bedroom door.

[Queso]

"Airwalk"

 

Fruit flies masturbate with

their noses.

They appear to me as a network of

sister stars,

all cloud-like in fast forward (FF).

Catching the rift of the other flies,

the bug orbits around another one

with wings so marrily,

marily, marily-

O memories

corrupt like files on

my hard drive.

 

It's come to the point now

when I look outward on Earth,

Up, If you will,

There are so many pixels

of particles absorbing into my eyes,

just a moment enough for them to be sensed.

Inbetween my five-pointed body

and the star I'm meditating on

(It must be a planet,

the sun hasn't even set..)

there are only my eyes himself,

and the ever so surreal

fruit fly shuffle dance----

Another human identifies me.

 

Vocalizes a pattern,

my name.

 

My name. I see her waving,

accross the park, near the swings.

This isn't gravity but I get up

and go orbit around

another one with wings.

[Queso]

"my heavily medicated meditation on the last day"

 

And it goes like this: God's are all up there in the firmament

of Heaven ablaze with Long-lost etheric

scents occuring in the Future

from Your current perspective, as an observer.

-but ya know, like potent flowers-

Truth is.

They're all sick to their energy bodies of our crawling

thru the daylight,

Complaining about the salty sweat

they wring out

which is like the long-lost magnet

of Attracion-

 

 

and noises! especially the whispers

that remind them of their filthy Rat products-

O Clothes-

my obligated disguise,

To burn you in a flame

is to know where I'll

Be,

 

and I left two sofas in my first

and trashed apartment

Due to the realization

i belong near trees, rivers, mountains

and I've never seen a real Sloth.

**** this carpet-

This plastic bag says this Mojo Mix is fancy

and ok I suppose I agree

with the bag,

Who's all here?

Just me and a bag of nuts, with colorful

chocolate buds, with raisins.

It's the LAST DAY

 

THE LAST DAY

AND NO ONE

SUMMER-SAULTS-------

[Queso]

whistling,

a short burd stuck in orange boots almost up to her

knees hops on the black line,

the elevator side

and slides down on her ***,

Gathering momentum, careening toward

the first floor.

It was a beautiful thing to see something so beautiful,

unexpected,

Not that I really ever expect,

but you know-

[Queso]

I'm about to improvise.

Ready, set, go:

 

 

 

Like the most beautiful woman,

with the most luscious strawberry lips

that curl, and wrap,

that seem to shine

but that's just your ***

My smoke

I smoke plants in a stance

Stretch posture

and inhale into thou

breasts, beneath

lies my soul You can see it!

Like a laser in the fog.

Such passion for the earth

causes me to ****ing sprawl

out there, outside,

Taller in the grass

smaller than a mushroom my mind's

like yours,

duh.

[Queso]

no that That was enough for me,

I swear once I heard santa

jingling when I put my ear to the chimney.

This proves that all kids are high,

(on life) Some Love Says

that I musta been trippin'

But I knew,

I KNEW

I KNEW HE Was there

so I heard the crack of the whip

and ran to the . .

bed.

[Queso]

i write,

i write,

and i write all night.

I've been writin' since

I got off work babe,

s'all I do is smoke

and eat

and write, mmmhmmm

 

Then I start tapping

and I forgot about I

and there's a mind meadow

just waiting to occur.

[Queso]

**** yeah,

You're looking at the puddle I spit.

[Queso]

black hat,

black box,

above black

lights behind,

black cock

is easy to find

ON THE INTERNET

[Queso]

In the internet, I mean

O the lounge!

I love the lounge, O Tormod do you come here

in your cloak?

My friend how are your strings?

How is your relationship with resonance?

 

I'm curling and crying

and clinging

CLUTCHING

but I let go and

am amused at the thought

of Picasso

[Queso]

Like snakes?

See if you have

what it takes

to kiss one?

 

Vibes, man.

[Tarantism]

there's a middle aged woman,

she is dragging her feet

she carries baskets of clothes to the laundry mat

while the mexican children kick rocks into the street

they laugh in a language i dont understand

but i love them....why do i love them?

 

well the neighberhood's dimming as i smoke on the porch

and watch the people as they pass enclosed inside their cars

and on their faces just anger or disappointment

i start wishing there was something i can offer them

but what could i offer them?

 

well when they are sad in their suburbs

robots water the lawn

and everything they thouch gets dusted spotless

so they start up believing they havent touched anything at all

and the cars in the driveway only multiply

 

but they are lost in their houses

cause i hear them singing in the showers

and making speaches to their sisters on the telephones

saying "you come home, hey you come here

dont stay so far away from me,

this weather has me wanting love more tangible,

something i can hold, cause its gettin' cold."

 

well i say hold up a fist to the flame in the sky

and block out the light that is reaching for our eyes,

cause it would blind us...

 

well i have locked al my actions in the grooves of routine

so i may never be free of this apathy

but i still await the letter that is calling to me

she sends me pictures of her feelings in an envelope

 

ill scribble back

"come for the week, you can sleep in my bed

and then pass through my life like a dream through my head,

it will be easy cause ill make it easy.

 

but all i have for the moment is these words to pass the time

and some simple scheme to keep my fingers busy

and some words that are sure come back to me,

and they will be laughing at my mediocrity.

[Queso]

my camping trip to big sur poeticly yields jazz as follows:

 

I like muddy echoes.

They barely make it

'cross the river

only to be reflected

back by the forest on

the other side.

Those obese squirrels conspiring-

I LOATHE

as they chit-chat

behind my curled back

with Blue Jays,

and so many spiders.

 

I LOVE watching them

 

all

 

degather like some

fluttering mandala

somehow making

Sound .

 

O the sorcery of butterflies

trailing thru thin air

as every moment surrounds itself

with a ripple,

or an Echo.

 

Omar,

whatever you do-

There's an observer on the wing

of your whirlwind

strings,

Meditate on Sensory Decay ||

 

 

I wonder if I've ever thought about you

 

 

pounding on my auratic shell

 

 

I watch outside explosions of sacrament

 

 

Xenrej's Orbsycli

 

 

Forgot I had teeth

Panning for thoughts

Visions of eyes

In fire

[Boerseun]

Reclining in front of the World Wide Web

I go clicking on crap that's got nothing to do

with what's appliccable right here right now

I can't find it - can you?

 

I'm looking for something that is worth my while

while the clock's ticking down

- for something that'll at least bring a smile

that's the best I can do in this Allah-forsaken town

 

The clock's ticking down the rest of my life

consisting of eating and drinking

and unneeded strife

but...

 

I seem to end up at this site

for some stupid reason

and me God will smite

for doubting the season

 

I seem to end up getting godsmacked

by every new member

for doubting ID and religion

I'm a skeptic, remember

 

And I keep coming back

to check for reply

I have to keep track

of who'll go to heaven when they die

 

But why do I do it when ignorance is rife?

am I changing anything for the better

to make them see what is Life?

 

I think it is futile

to do this each day

although it does bring a smile

- for the most part - in May.

[Queso]

So quiet I could hear

 

the spider bungee jumping

 

off a shadow book shelf

 

up above,

 

surreal silky astral spiderweb trails

 

like a dream

 

like a dream I hear Earth

 

whisper Turtle's Katabatak

 

out of a small fire

 

of eyes,

 

stars twinkling.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pulse

 

between the eye

 

in the palm

 

dreaming now

 

of river hands

 

spilling rainbows

 

and truth through the muscles

 

in waves, and shudders

 

SHUT YOUR EYE

 

after the brain

 

storm

 

rains

 

one division;

 

One thought

 

One Heart

 

Beat

[Queso]

Crazy Kids

afraid to open their doors

naked on their

magic carpet beds

inventing their own

yoga

[Queso]

bean

foot.