To feel pain at the misfortune of others is a weakness unworthy of the wise man.

Said Seneca.

Early Sunday morning
In quiet darkness awake

Don't let me lose my nerve
Patience it will take

Love is patient and kind
Time flies like an arrow

My eye is on her beauty
His eye is on the sparrow

Mr. Charles Darwin
I am still a-thinkin'

Prayers for all the animals
Please help us, President Lincoln

                   Amen.

If you show that I am mistaken, I will acknowledge it. But you cannot show that I am a heretic, for I do not will it.

                        - Meister Eckhart

9:37 a.m.
I see the 37 again
Mark, my closest friend

Sacramento as Sacrament

Teachers can inspire
Tried to do my best

But now no books for hire
No gold. No treasure chest.

I finally let her go
At times I like to live alone

But I need to hear my sons
Thanks for my cell phone

Life is meaningless
But those board games were a joy

A creeper in pajamas
Calooh! Callay! my boys.

Avoid American women
Read European books
Even the teacher got no idea
Just how mean she looks

Vienna for 3 days
Snow. Solitude.
I'd like to call her up
But I do not intrude

God is only Silence
Doesn't speak a word
I play basketball
Yo soy un theonerd

Nothing at all can last
Kamakura snow
San Francisco Zen
Oweoweo!

The truth of life
A sad, sad thing
Neglect, despair, abuse

Can't quite
Get full free
Can't quite break loose

My sons are far
The rain is near
The train has a caboose

I walk along
The railroad tracks
I avoid the noose.

Alyosha - defender of humankind
indeed we need you now
the times have grown quite unkind
our worst usurps our best
we’re lost and hope to find
a way when there’s no way
the creative, communal mind.

You can't sleep without a brain
And the brain too turns to ash

But I love Purple Rain
And I love Johnny Cash

So I'm helplessly hoping
Like Crosby, Stills and Nash

One person
Gone in a flash

5:51 a.m.
grey dawn light
birdsong

Rain on my window
             4:14

Awake again all night
Can't get her off my mind

Decades pass like rain
The thunderstorming kind

Destiny comes knocking
Letters in the mail

When I come, I come rocking
And I tell a tale

  eine kleine Nacht music!

Awake at 1:15
Guadalupe brown and green
English puritan scene
Roy Scheider, Ben Vereen

My concentration is poor
Verona not Elsinore
Thai taxis and Thai ******
She thinks we've been here before

World War in my brain
Exoplanet plane
Stephen King in Portland, Maine
David Markson: Mexico, Spain

She's Denver, Colorado
He's clearly Alumbrado
Las Meninas at the Prado

                    Ole!

The horror of human existence
              Dread annihilation
                        Sickness

The despair I feel doesn't end
Awake at 3:57
Yearning for a female friend
Sent some things to Kevin

To break the isolation
But again I do fall back
Nixon destroyed Cambodia
George W. destroyed Iraq

My coach was Mr. Katz
Tried to play my best
Sweet left handed J
Before I take my rest

I wonder what she thinks
Probably will never know
We disappear forever
Shunyata in snow

         O we O we O

It also just means friend
Like Wendy Darling and Peter Pan

Ruth B. a beautiful Lost Boy
Me a lost and lonely man

I'd like to live in libraries
Maybe she studies my story
Maybe she smiles twice
Maybe a little glory

I think my green eyes matter
Hey batter batter
Pescatarian platter
Hakeem the Dream and Robert Horry

Europe was quite wonderful
Stockholm, Helsinki, Paris
Commander Jason McTaggart
Overcoming Sarris

I'm awake at 5:03
Dublin meant to be
Taco truck? Si. Si!
Rickey Henderson and Roger Maris

Awake at 5:15
Postcard plans today

Taipei 101
101 xie xie

The sadness hollows out
Rain is how i pray

Life on Enceladus?
Nothing Gold Can Stay

       But poetry may.

Human life
Absurdity
See how they run

Halloween
My third of three
Darling youngest son

It's meaningless
Yet still we press
Volleyball is fun!

Empty room
White light moon
Meister Eckhart's One

         October 6th

The rain has come again
I lay inside and listen

My middle son awake but far
Him again I'm missin'

My life adrift and solitude
Memories I carry

Slowly, very slowly
Like a sweet Seattle ferry

The New York Times
and the Washington Post
and the Wall Street Journal
All went along Gung ** with the Iraq War

We need better journalists.
I read the Guardian at times
An outsider's perspective. Better writing.
The wisdom of the other

The local Florida papers
See what Desantis is doing
Threatening their education
Clampdown on their awakening

Florida has good beaches
Family fun in Orlando
The capital of Latin America in Miami
A bit of mystery in Key West

              Now put to the test

Fatherhood is difficult
I'm awake in the night
Give him good judgement
Give him mystic flight

Just the little poems
Rain, blessed rain
Kobayashi Issa
Tokyo bullet train

         Tray aya ayain!

My obsessions are religious
Death, ***, and God

Went to one school prestigious
Found it pretentious plod

Arrival is about China
More than heptapods

Didn't like the computer guy
I think his name was Rod

I'd rather my ashes scattered
Than buried beneath the sod

No, Mr. Hopkins, feet can't feel
They are so often shod

Music makes me merry
Lectures sleepy nod

When I sleep forever
Will you remember Todd?

American history is a nightmare
From which I must awaken

What the fortunate inherit
From the hated they have taken

American heroes mostly racist
Abandon and forsake them

The Buddhas sit in Silence
In Silence we can wake them

I thought a woman would be faithful
Thought she would be kind

I had no idea
Of other truths that I would find

Betrayal for the bad boy
Cruelty in mouth from mind

So I walk the solo road once more
In a country politically blind

They have their chosen freedom
Which is exactly their chosen bind.

Mustard Seed cafe
        little way
             Rey

Awake quite late
But quietly
Peace comes surely slow

Now we seek the shoreline
Now we go below

Songs within
Emptiness
Fullness bubbling up

Wait and wait and wait and wait
Eventually erupt

              Flowing. Not abrupt.

I'm aware that life is tragic
Transient and brief

I do like tales of magic
And silence is relief

Europa has an ocean
Who know what lies beneath?

The Joker's ****** motion
Played perfectly by Heath

Timor mortis conturbat me
At times I pray to Blaise Pascal

Courage when it comes
Plus hope and cope for Israel

Pink flowers on the walk home
Just like our wedding

Time is the Destroyer
America is the Forgetting

Pink flowers
In southern trees

Pink flowers
I stop. I stare at these.

cold rain
old pain
    wash

Either the sleep
Or the Tylenol
Or both
Took my headache away

The relief
Makes me
So grateful
In silence I must say

Thank you
To the Universe
Thank you
And Xie Xie

I rest
I rest
Rest is best
Protect them please I pray.

As the deer longs for running streams
So my soul, O God

I grow older and I told her
I'm troubled and a bit odd

The deer I saw in Nara
And near my dad's backyard

I sang Atlantic City in Seattle
And played my Pascal card

The Dream is Impossible
My life quite crazed and hard

Thorns from beautiful roses
Leave you lost and scarred

Peter Pan loved Wendy
Ruth B. loves him too

No artist tolerates reality
Oui Oui, Monsieur Camus

Ruth B. and Lost Boy
   Beauty indeed, quiet joy
       Play on, Play on - Neverland employ.

Wendy Darling
Easter Night

Peter Pan
Mystic Flight

Keep her safe
Shine starlight

Till we meet
Discussion might

Show the Way
Despite our plight

Why did I write the professors?
Do I wish that I could be one?
Sometimes I'd like to talk
Sometimes I'd like to tree one

A teacher, not a professor
English, Asian rains
O those bullet trains!
3033

*** is so confusing!
I want her, yes I do
But she slips away
Buddhamind not two

Don't believe in life after death
Do believe in memory
She was fun. What a smile!
Wendy Darling Neverly

                  Ruth B.

Emily Dickinson called herself

David Markson
This is Not a Novel and Other Novels

In the Dublin night
Beautiful nurse takes care of him

He reads one chapter of Harry Potter
I read one chapter

He reads one
I read one

He reads
I read

He and I. Forever.

Little cousins,
Called back.

       Emily

My man Melville
        Sailor
      Survivor

Q said, Where God guides
There God provides

The church named St. Joseph
I think God also hides

I walk alone at night
See the fireflies

Turn on the tv
But so many lies

Moby **** is with me
The mystery monster Whale

Cardinal Newman said
To succeed we have to fail

Will anyone ever know
My lover's dreamtime tale?

Says Ishmael.

Says Ishmael.

David Markson.
This is Not a Novel and Other Novels.

We have to believe in free will.
We've got no choice.

Said Isaac Bashevis Singer.

A wayward nun, Emily Dickinson called herself.

Sang Little Richard.

Sang Little Richard.