“Not There Yet Was”
Life
a thousand poems a second
the number may be off
light joining & creating
points oft too many return
Spirals on the inside
in & out of control
spirals on the outside
out & in of my soul
Soul
separate from the mind & body
never created or destroyed
lives on forever
like a child’s favorite toy
Love
ebbing up from all too still lightless deep
To hold, but not to have
always here
in some form or another
Tears
for yourself or the others
for your sisters & your brothers
or some intangible thing
more of them does not closeness bring
Cats
meowing in the darkness
howling in the light
mewling for affection
hissing at fright
Limbic System
should I stay or should I go?
one more clash
thunders crashed
& lightning glowed
Electricity
nervous nervous system
connecting my thoughts
in fragmented plane
piece it together
as together as rain
Water
uncorrupted I can finally see
If you are here you are meant to be
Sun Ra
The Beast, The Be-ist
To not the beist
THAT is the answer
Question
quest
illus
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Friends
keep me alive, keep me aware, keep me from finding out I’m not there
keep me from keepin’ me stuck in a place
meet them there and enjoy the race
the marathon of life, in which nobody wins
all jogged out, managed to gain some new sins
put the old ones down, until they came up again, were they sins or just life lessons?
Now what is a sin, something that does harm?
Breathe the fire, set the alarms
Little switches in my involuntary self
What is self?
On a physical level, does it include the guts?
Of course it does poetic putz
It was just a mirror & we all get uglier everyday
But then one night, I went to bed, I hit the hay I then woke up, convinced everything was okay
It was more than that, it was a beautiful dream, marred by nightmares and the obscene
The obtuse scene, the abstruse scene, obnormal, abnormal, have you seen the scene?
I think I heard somebody tuning up in my inner symphony
Trust
trust it all & you won’t be believed
trust that everything is unbelievable
Love
we are back here again
it must mean something
the average sum of the thing
mean, median, & end
I think I just felt the flap of an angel’s wing
dust came off
it must be spring
There’s music in the words
a science to the beat
one two three four five six eight
A violin played my spine
but never made it to my neck
a guillotine took its place
now I’m less than a speck
I’m just a dot
on this pointilist plane
every dot had been replaced with a different color
at one time or another
yet it’s basically the same
The same pain thing
I mean
Painting
How many atoms in one quark?
How many atoms in one bark?
Adam’s Eve was a bombshell
Will
Atom’s eve leave a bombshell
Would
will, would
free would
chopping blocks
for invisible clocks
Stay here
stay now
now’s gone
left with then
right with there
there was here
there was now
there was then
there was also where
not there yet was
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