I have an incurable disease
which I call yoyoitis
and the symptoms of it
are that I am happy as a rabbit
for a few days
and then the yoyo goes down
and I'm miserable and low
for a few days
and then up goes the yoyo again
and I'm happy as a rabbit.
It's a big pain in the ****.

This art life
which I am living
has no success
and nothing happening
so I get depressed
when I think
I have no life
therefore I will turn it around
and remember
that there is no pressure on me
no need to hustle
no stress
I have absolute artistic freedom
so I'm grateful
to be a nobody artist
so there.

I was eating peanuts
when I noticed blood
and found that my lip
was cut
so thinking about Babylon
and how the poet was freed
I tried ways
to heal it
and when I tried sleeping
it bled worse
so I decided
to wake up
all night long
although I probably won't.

The dancing man
moves in slow motion
ridding his body and mind
of unwanted ****
that he blows out of his nose
with a well-controlled breath
that took him forty years
to learn.

He says that if I'm sad
to write a poem
and if I can't do that
to climb a mountain.

"Hello"
"Come in"
"What's been going on?"
"It's the new year"
"What have you been doing?"
"Art...and spiritual practice"
"What kind of art do you do?"
"Poetry, painting and music"
"Oh...can you sell it?"
"No...not really...I put it on the internet"
"Is the medicine OK?"
"Yeah, fine, I've been taking it for a long time"
"OK, see you in a month"
"Bye"

There are dark places
in my mind
where my thoughts
if left to themselves
will be drawn
because these places
have a wound inside of them
that requires healing
but when my thoughts
fly into the dark places
the wounds bleed
and they become painful
so the obvious answer
is to be careful
of where the thoughts
are flying
and guide them
to the better places
like the areas
of humor
and poetry.