there exists not one solid clue
an absolute zero of evidence
no white feathers floating by
no rising tables encircled
miles of words on the subject of faith, some of the logic very beautiful
the great mystery offers silence only
no hints, no measurements
a complete absence of the rising of the dial

it stems from human feelings alone
feelings that appear constant
throughout time, culture, geography
elaborate obsessions like the dynasties of Egypt
and the kingdoms of clouds, the Andes
to brute Calvinism, the softness of the Tao
the Diets of a thousand years
hammering out the corners of dogma

no philosophy rises above the other
they all result in a head on collision
with silent fact


listen, maybe non-existence isn’t so bad

to stare at wonder is no mistake
in this too large universe
where breath lies below the surface
vision, heartbeat, all the same
it is no great effort to live

time to end the search for design
there is a tingling that calls for change
so now the freedom exists
what to do, where to go
all these questions remain

I bang my hand on the table wood
just to feel, to circulate, to digest
the great mask of the collective world
will fool me no longer, buying time
will envelope a soul, un-touchable

an uncomfortable visitor
many of these ideas lead nowhere
you can scratch at meaning
claw at understanding
in so little time, a blue screen backdrop

accounting for variation
measuring the drift apparent
the suns angles creep lower
the mountains accept their lengthening shadows
certain, wise beyond words such as these


Friday, November 15, 2013

are they real
the glimmers caught at the edge of my eye ?

there is something going on underneath certainty
it is not a place
and transformation has nothing to do with it

at the moment, I am leaning toward
any immense computer simulation
as being the basis for this reality
but, of course, that is the product of my times

place me gently in this same spot, Vermont,
the great North Woods
five hundred years ago
that the world was carried on the back
of an immense turtle
and every hunt would be rewarded in the afterlife
filled with ancestors, devoid of mystery,
these things would also be evident

we are the sum of a gazillion thoughts and influences
we possess nothing


Thursday, November 14, 2013

Laughing way too much
Blake would understand, I'm sure

the Vee Tee hipsters delight
in this ferment, Heady Topper
an unfiltered, uncooked, double hopped whopper
with a can in their hand, they’re a real show stopper

but after the bistro night
your intestinal tract
full of brie and this brew, comes under attack
with gas that must pass, like a well that is fracked

and I know this as fact



Wednesday, November 13, 2013

if comfort is the end by which
we dedicate our means
then our collective conscience
is not at all what it seems
for warmth and full bellies
without altruism bared
is the source of days meaningless
if hidden, not shared


Tuesday, November 12, 2013

the investigation is on going
it would be premature to comment
on how many shots were fired
although that is easily where the inquiry would start

they shoot mentally ill people in the USA
that includes Burlington, Vermont
they shoot mentally ill people in the USA
procedures are in place

the police chief hides behind condescending words
diverting attention from the basic facts
there is no need to shoot someone armed with a shovel
on a calm neighborhood street

the powers know that outrage cannot be sustained
in a world speeding to who knows where
no laws were broken, they shift regularly anyway
hidden on the 10 o’clock news



Friday, November 8, 2013