No one important
         sadness
           sleep

It doesn't work, but that's alright
Qualyxian Quest Quixotic

A little call, coming night
Her voice her hair ******

Immortality is for others
If it ever comes

Basketball all day
Tel Aviv, not Jerusalem

         da do dum dum dum
         da do dum dum

my boys
    joys
  hope!

Not the dignity of work
Rather, the proper use of leisure

America gone berserk
Political brain seizure

Eye on the musicians
Ear on silent forest

Mind on yon Taiwan
Teachers to implore us

Tolle lege. Tolle lege.
Mr. Markson too

It just tick tocks on
Horton hears a who


            Do you?

Talk on the phone
With my friend Mark
916 Sactown night

I fight the fear
My whole life
Mark makes me feel alright

We speak of Asia
Halloween
California too

I'm alone
And in between
Carolina blue

I need a job. Who?

Everyone looks for wisdom
Few truly find
Sophia in the twilight
But only from behind

Melville has his Whale
Stockholm has the sea
She has my boys
I have only me

Guadalupe across the streets
My friends paint and cut
Tacos vegetarianos
Loneliness but

Haven't given up yet
I wait. Obscurity.
Train tracks. Graveyard.
I walk silently

           Absurd? Si.

birdsong, white room
          lying still
          listening

Can't find no peace
Just cannot relax
Not in Ancient Greece
Not at Goldman Sachs

Jesuit astronomers
Chicago in the snow
Lonely isolation
Lonely don't I know

The guns are insanity
Exoplanets spin
Hope from the little brown chapel
Have to lose to win

Bangkok, Buddhadasa
Berkeley 29
Inner Harbor, Baltimore
World of Strange Design

                    Brown.

A Ph.D. won't do you no good
When the virus comes to call

Nihilism in the neighborhood
Better watch out, ya'll

I like those Musketeers
All for one and one for all

Forget trying to be Great again
Just appreciate the small.

My Mr. Spock shirt
         9:29 p.m.
            LLAP

rain into the night
ice into the pane

reading books is why
Don Quixote became insane

all these ideas and words
bumpin' in my brain

but i miss my boys tonight
and i ride the downbound train

Each night I prepare for eternal sleep
Baby I do dream

Her father is an Episcopal priest
I miss my basketball team

I will be forgotten
But I hope remembered by God

I'm not Johnny Rotten
Just shy and geeky Todd

          and a little odd

9:37
Obsessions, who doesn't have one?

Confessions
To her I definitely made some.

My sons tonight and truly
I sleep alone and plan.

Halloween is coming
Cam Cam I am!

All Walls Fall
Including those at borders

I own no stocks
Own no tape recorders

Time tick tocks
Night again all lonely

My sons and I
Connected only phonely

                   9:37

9:37
Quiet night

9:38
Chapel Hill

9:39
Deer in sight

9:41
Thou shalt not ****

9:37
Yes, I notice again

MUFON in my email
What is this thing and when?

I lay upon my bed
I lay here until 10

Sub specie aeternitatis
Art is frozen Zen

The Buddha mind is silence
We'll see what happens then

Please protect her
Destiny, not Fate
           Cate

9:37
Awake and safely home

How many years before
I cease to ramble and to roam?

6 dollars to my name
Sushi all alone

Unseen, unheard, unhopeful
Undone and then Unknown

They prayed for me as sick and suffering
But I don't think they fully know

Police in Wetheral
Me in Vienna snow

Samantha James in London
Indian students at Madame Curie

Victor in Corvallis
Fr. Greeley at Trinity

Intuitions: Hints and guesses
My need for mystery

I continue quietly.

9:37 p.m.
Alone this silent night

I hope I sleep in peace
I pray they are alright

Death closes all
Life is mostly fight

The beautiful so often small
Dear deer are my delight!

9:37
Talk with Mark in Sacramento

Small green olives from Spain
With the red pimento

Religion is quite private
As alone we all must die

Throw my ashes to the ocean
And my spirit to the sky

I Thai wai
I high fly

Blowin' in the wind
Then 9:37

Long ago in Florida
My basketball friend Kevin

Watch with her favorite movies
'Twould be very heaven

Ichiro Suzuki
Bert "be home" Blyleven

             Play ball!

9:39
Man said meant to be

Sometimes feelin' fine
Sometimes anxiety

Brian Stokes Mitchell
Sings in New York City

None of us is perfect
But Stockholm sure is pretty

I am afraid of death
But I sail forbidden seas

Hope her holy feathers
Prayers for Yazidis

                Please

Duality in my mind
Love and hate
Peace and ******
Lost and Finding

A puzzle to myself
But trying my best

      Visionquest

the moon in ethereal beauty
we drive home dark and speak

exoplanets, aliens
perhaps we find just what we seek

if she wins the November election
I’ll write to Susan Meek

if the aliens are out there
does their telepathy somehow squeak?

The sadness. Traffic. Solo.

                    Sleep

A little peace, gratefully
Crickets chirp once more

Dreaming of the lions
Lions dreaming roar

Gatsby believed in the green light
I do too fo' shore

I wait for my friend Alex
Copenhagen not Elsinore

            For the poor.

I'm scared and lonelytired
The night has come again

I can't write free verse
Coleridge my friend

Poetry is pleasure
Susan deep delight

When I disappear
Taipei lantern light

        Out a sight.

The Jesuit kicked me out
No more Catholic book club for me

I posted Mr. Markson
He didn't like to see

Got my car to travel
Travel quietly

Just live my little life
Prince and Sting cds

No cosmic battle
daily destiny

Soon to see my 3!

twilight drive through Richmond
             orange ocean sky
               without a why

Quietly
Sleeping late

Bless Lee Tal
Peace for Cate

Silencio
Radiates

Destiny
More than Fate

      9778

Try to hold on
Don't abandon all hope

Lost in an infinite universe
Years slip by like soap

Grandiosity declines
Ordinary days

Step by step by step
Multiple Highways

            Patience.

I have fantasies of phone calls
Hello, my friend, hello
Think about you every night
Just couldn't let you go

But I drive alone on Christmas Eve
Not white. No falling snow.
Long, long brown hair
La Florida does flow

I drive alone. I meditate.
Get some gas at Sheets
She and I once naked
Cheap hotel the sheets

Some fantasies do not come true
Some torment for years and years
Some letters must be sent
Desires, hope, and fears

Yes, I own a cell phone
No, don't know her number
I wonder if she'll hear
When I at last go under

            Rolling thunder?

People are horrible and so is life
Yet still we are alive

What shall we create
In this our struggle to survive?

Some radiate
Others fail to thrive

I meditate
By the oceanside I drive

A1A
I-5

Our worst one yet.

life is not balanced, she said
    you don't take it with you when you're dead
          therefore, be courageous, be wise, be strong...

                                and go forth boldly ahead!

Harvey 2 face
I've got some too
Anguish in silence
Eckhart in Zeit

Yes, Mike and Steve
Si Sacramento
Watchful protector
2 view green lights

Prayers for Chicago
Quiet. Alone.
Courage. Please courage.
Blue fade twilight

Thank you for thank you
Broken, unspoken
Si Santayana
Scared in my plight

        Thorns. ****. Kites!

Americans love money
Violence and foreign wars
Mr. Garvey is painfully funny
Thai street food and Thai ******

The Buddha sits in silence
Gentle, knowing smile
Come Sail Away on my radio
I do not turn the dial

Pondicherry Zoo
I hope I'm a wounded healer
Solamente uno email
But in my soul I feel her

I hope I go down grateful
Thank you, Life, for my sons
Souped up 72
Taipei 101

                  Protection!

At the entrance to Dante's Inferno.

If you can do it, it ain't braggin'.

Said Dizzy Dean.

Unlike most Italians, Joe Dimaggio does not reek of garlic.

Said Life magazine.

We talked about our *******
And we talked about our *****.
About who we ****** last night
And who we're gonna **** tomorrow.
And about the time we stuck
A broom up our *** at the
Hotel Ambassador in Prague.
Everybody tells one's friends about this.

Said Allen Ginsburg

day’s drive from Seattle to San Francisco
                 Zen Center sitting
                         always...

My hands were on her ******* more than they were on the books.

Birds singing just now
Grateful for the sound
Grey day blues again
Boring ordinary

I like those French cathedrals
Though the country full of atheists
Paris on my honeymoon
Notre Dame, mercy Mary

Rothko blue and green
I just stare and stare
In my solitude
Quietly: very

American society
Crazy *** gun nuts
Bad public schools
Ignorant. Scary.

Help, Mr. Chapin. Harry!