Non dual uni versal re verse
twoness oness necessity duetero good and…

not evil, hard to figure out a way, adversity,
escape the egg, or die, birds have only hope
at best, the initial panic, claustrophobia, we get
but, then, it is a true matter of break on through...

true, beauty from first intention, long sense
recollect trauma, first experiences, gone awry

fly, fall, fly, fall, run, fall, crawl, fall, scoot

up down, here there, ever learning…

go for walks with nine year olds.

Become a grandfather,

have happy children who have enough,
who have happy children with enough…

live in walking distance,
aim at that,
before you start making babies, make a plan,

how long until all I need to do is be near?

Truth and rest compress, like each hand claps,
trust me, lazy ain't lazy, it's old and ready being.

Wear your heart on your sleeve…
And let it get *****!
Love fully, but be prepared for heartbreak.
Know that these are the best 
Days of your life; 
they won't last forever,
But the memories leave traces rife.
They will reveal parts of you
You never knew existed,
Never knew you resisted
And never knew you needed.
A true friendship is like a mirror
Where you see yourself reflected,
In the gaze of the beloved.

When America was really great, a little bit,
this was thought normal leadership to better
living using science for better things than profit,

eh, who holds the paper on your share of their
conserved defensive first strike capabill-ity
certain everlasting end
of war insurance?

You're covered. Should any one hit America,
boy howdy, hell shall manifest as the very heavens
radiating death and destruction, until Earth is Mars.

The Future Reification of Cold Reality Warring

sides, bully and sidekick, spiritual guide in disguise,
Lucy, in the Sky, with Diamonds, on the fridge door.

Very inspirationally intended, we may imagine.
{Paid for in expectation by faithful tithers and addicts.}

The USA renewed contracts to renew all its nukes,
during our first bubble of greed that uses Trump,
to make the chumps believe free is all a mind thing.

==========================
Famed CBS newsman Edward R. Murrow asked Salk
who owned the patent
to his vaccine. The scientist replied:

"There is no patent. Could you patent the sun?"

{those donuts are three days older, that's all}


I did not buy them, there was always a Winchells
a walk from any where, free no more than 27 hours,
that's right, new donuts daily clean and reheat to fry,
takes about three hours, to fry the first batch, minutes

but during the warm up, Winchell's in LA metro, threw
all the donuts in the store at grease refresh, goes,
in the bag, for whoever gets there first, we do,
we always do, this is our Winchell's, Dennis Easy Rider,
he lived at 1312, we had 1412 N. Crescent Heights
Hopper, that's him,
what's a generational remembering, the sounds
Harley's Made then, Indians had a tone, different,
Honda's were scooter legal kid of 14, 55MPH
one passenger, no helmets, and skateboards
and whisky

Pseudovectorial spinning applied
to a two pivot pendulum pattern painting,

no sweat, in 2006, a Flashscript could doit done it

This has Mel Zalewsky
"La Papelera de Secretos" on stage, window, screen
gut to heart to brain, brain tastes the conversation,

sense minds of this demo model, has this retina
reverted to wemind and become a model reader
thunk through
to live another new day
in digital paradice as far as any mind,
any form information acting free agents, so true.

We all know we each see what we each see, so
true held… just so, for as long as we have period sets

NPC. Once deeper, fly on the wall,
not buzzing,
not bothering any body's piece
of mind, weform, many lenses on one flake
glint true choice worth value heavy mindwise

of what weform from, as lakes freeze at your touch

Mel Zalewsky
"La Papelera de Secretos"
Guardaste mis secretos:  
los poemas que arranqué del pecho  
y lancé hacia tu oscuridad.  

Esos versos torpes,  
hojas arrugadas por el llanto,  
pedazos de alma  
que terminaron en tu vientre de metal.  

Nadie supo que fuiste  
el horno donde quemé  
cartas de "siempre"
y sobres de "nunca más".  
Tus esquinas aún huelen  
a tinta derretida.  

Sepultaste las cenizas  
sin preguntar nombres.  
Ahora esos papeles  
—los que sobrevivieron al fuego—  
alumbran otras noches ajenas.  

¿Quién notaría que eres  
solo una papelera?  
Que en tu silencio  
hay más verdades  
que en todos los poemas
que aún no he publicado.  

Mel Zalewsky.

From <https://hellopoetry.com/>

"The Trash Can of Secrets"

You kept my secrets:
the poems I tore from my chest
and threw into your darkness.

Those clumsy verses,
sheets crumpled by tears,
pieces of soul
that ended up in your metal belly.

No one knew you were
the oven where I burned
letters of "always"
and envelopes of "never again."
Your corners still smell
of melted ink.

You buried the ashes
without asking names.
Now those papers
— those that survived the fire —
light up other, distant nights.

Who would notice that you are
just a trash can?
That in your silence
there are more truths
than in all the poems
I have yet to publish.

Uncovered consciousness,
truth from time stories stones tell,

great madnesses, raging troops of boys,
whose fathers wandered off

vacat

we wait, we wet the thirsty clay
we wait, we let it dry and become scripture.