Life as misery
Death as release
      Silence

I am not a saint
But he sung I am a gift
I have foolish sins
They have caused a rift

Life is meaningless
But we can create
American Abyss
The little way the Great

                137

Rene Thornton
More than 137 roles
   Staunton strolls

It's probably apophenia
Meaning my need for meaning

UFOs, thar she blows
Tolkien be tweening

Quixotic Quest, quiet rest
Life is lonely leaning

Still I seek, Susan Meek
Quiet sacred queening

                 137

It's true I've know the terror
True I'd like to rest
True the world's a madhouse
True I did confess

Truth is a beautiful woman
Wisdom is Sophia
Surely she's the One
Sure I'd like to be ya

             137.

nearly endless isolation
such few moments we connect

days and nights, nights and days
they do not resurrect

train time in the distance
maybe 137

unknown is the end
you have 10 dollar bills
                   (and now you need 11)

After I die, the first question I am going to ask the Devil is:  what does 137 mean?

                   - Wolfgang Pauli

Ishmael and Isaac
and 137

I don't know
if there is heaven

But Isaac means "laughter"
Ishmael "God hears"

I keep on listening
With open ears

Despite deep fears

When we are asleep in this world
We are awake in another
So thought Salvador Dali

I've spent some time in Thailand
But no time yet in Mali

Read in an Erasmus library
He wrote In Praise of Folly

Drank a mango lhassi
In this little restaurant in Raleigh

And I'm attracted to 137
And puzzled - like Wolfgang Pauli

We live and we die
We know not why
I think Bob Dylan is right

I'm gonna go down
Disappear forever
But not without a fight

Maybe apophenia
Probably apophenia
But coincidence delights

Twilight blue
Rothko hue
137 insight

Mr. Spock kite.

It's true there's terror in this world
It's vast and very scary

The UFO stories
Seem similar to those of fairies

American life is sadness
Empty highways in the Night

If you ever go to Houston
Take the mystic flight

                      137

to be forgotten forever
a scary, scary thing
empty hotel rooms
lost wedding ring

oceanside at night
snowfall in the day
movies. conversations.
In Staunton Shakespeare's plays

                  The Maze ...

Religious history is mostly chaos
Factions, wars, exclusion, hate
Package came from Judi
So many fears for Cate

Package came from Judi
But returned to sender
Sometimes all I am is fear
The seeming never ender

Life is pain on rain on train
I spend much time alone
Mr. David Markson
Shares the go bold Joan

1:37
Gonna sleep a bit
Farenheit 9/11
George W. ****

             Afraid. But haven't quit.

                            Not yet.

1:37
The ******
Lesbian heaven

In my secret life
I am with two women

We visit sacred places
The secrets are the swimmin'

Krishna and the Gopi girls
Dance beneath the moon

Married to others, they double themselves
Doubles often swoon

I am Thomas the Twin
Will my secret life sing soon?

1:37
Thinking about the horror
Should I write or implore her?


            Fear and Trembling

1:37
And I'm awake

I pray the Lord
My soul to take

Tell the Lady
Of the Lake

You saw it shimmer
Heard it quake

I ride the Tyger
With William Blake

My life is chaos
But it's not a mistake.

The sleep from which no one wakens
Now it's 1:32

God as atheist
Maybe BuddhaJew

I love Leonard Cohen
Montreal to view

Late along in London
No need to be with you

    And also with you.

It's 1:37
Grateful for good sleep
The hope is the Unknown
Life in outer space?

It's 1:37
My sons in the quiet
America is haunted
God help us all with race

                  1:37
     The beauty of her face.

The candy cost 1.37
Blue and white little sharks
Casa Roble High School
Sacramento Mark

God is Unknowable
Both the Light and the Dark
Excellent Korean students
With the last name Park

Korea, the Hermit Kingdom
The Impossible Country as well
Studying Cologne Cathedral
With patience, Ishmael

Today it's Johnny Cash
I taught in Reno too
Divided the Nashville Museum
Jacob Green - for you.

                    Y Tu.

1:37
They call the wind Mariah

1:38
She is the one I still desire

Walking home tonight
Wind and rain and fire

Tomorrow I attack
Gonna take it higher

         Persistence.

1374
St. Vitus dance
Trance?

The docs and professors
They don't really know
They have an ice coffee
They're late for the show

Nobody calls
On their private number
Mist and snow
Rolling thunder

Origins are scary
Beyond good and evil
Thomas Aquinas
Paris medieval

Nothin' to do
Lonely as rain
Susan not Sue
Avila, Spain

     Good luck, Mr. Wayne.

The libraries against the politicians
The teachers against the tyrants
Snowfall shunyata
Chicago Seattle Taipei

Little hotel room
Soren Kierkegaard
Nothing at all can last
Daniel Berrigan, Dorothy Day

Nothing at all can last
I still can't forget her hair!
Her mouth on me down there
Silent is the Way

          Silent: xie xie.

Half in love with easeful death
But fully in love with her
She's gentle and alluring
Stirrings begin to stir

I still like Thomas Merton
Remember Thich Nhat Hanh
Remember Reno snow
Remember Gamla Stan

I did try to ****** her
Probably didn't work
Yearning yearbook photo
******* slightly perk

The female mind is mystery
As is the female body
Moroccan mint tea
One hot toddy

                 I wait.

1:37 again
I'm up again quite late

What it means to miss New Orleans
My 3 sons and Cate

Sunshine yesterday
An Easter to radiate

Chapel of the Cross
Episcopal, aliens, great!

I lay awake all alone
Why should I be grateful?

I think of happy memories
Sacramento roller skateful

Stockholm sunlit cycling
Baltic beauty books

La Florida and Ms. Meek
Loveliness she looks

Illusions can be pleasing
Life a lightning flash

Virginia man survived 7 strikes
But now he too is ash

I just sing Jacob Green
(long live Johnny Cash!)

Go hang a salami, I'm a lasagna hog

(Waffle House is still closed).

1:37 a.m.
Will I sleep forever?

1:37 a.m.
Was my Sympthy clever?

1:37 a.m.
I still remember Heather

1:37 a.m.
Best time?  When we were all together.

Bright star! Green light!

1:37 a.m.
Quiet mystery number

In Ireland Romanians
And the Polish plumbers

Krakow I dream of
And would like to see

Last year Atlanta
Atlanta for my three

Taiwan's future? Free.

Desperate hope.

Would I like to be studied?
Yes, I believe I would
Once I was a teacher
Did I do some good?

Silent in libraries
Students turning pages
Plato's conversations
Slowly fly the ages

Emily alone
Mr. Markson too
Bangkok Thomas Merton
In the temple I did view

A silent sitting monk
Women on either side
Tai chi in white robes
The sacred surely hides

   motorcycle taxi rides

137 Franklin Street
The Central
Not open

As is Waffle House.

The Divine Inert stands still
But still it takes a stand
People talk outta church
I hear the rockin' band

Henderson, North Carolina
I pull over for the night
On my way to Maryland
Sor Juana's mystic flight

My days so ordinary
The grey does devastate
Disability
No love from my lost mate

Disability
But poems in the night
Looking for the Joker
Ready for the fight

        137 in sight

sleep and dreams, movie screams
          soon basketball (both on teams)
                       tick tock, tick tock


                       1:37 computer clock

Not always good and evil
Often beauty and truth

51 years, 51 years
Ah! My long lost youth

Mark and I still friends
First met when we were ten

Ordinary Sacramento
Extraordinary San Fran Zen

Too afraid to let myself wish
I could ever see her again

But if I could, if I could
Where? How? When?

But then there come the numbers
What is really going on?

37 thunders
Like a numerologicalathon

Probably doesn't mean anything
Perhaps my son is right

But it happened yesterday
And it keeps me up at night

                                    Synchronicity Insight!

Leaving the Museum of Science and Life
   fun with the boys, now with my wife
        Prince on my stereo (later ****)
                  Love come quick.

13800
Haven't stopped quite yet

Blaise Pascal did Wager
On Galway i did bet

Some people touch so deeply
Just cannot forget

Love is patient and kind
(and hot and deep and wet)

Springsteen on Broadway
Dylan in DC

B.B. King in California
Stockholm by the sea

The mystery of music
Music of mystery

1 is the loneliest
Grateful for my 3

        Let it Be!

I had a panic or terror attack
When I was 13 or 14:
Extreme fear of dying
Of Nothingness
I'm 53. Still afraid.

Her tulips in the front yard quite beautiful
Marriage is actually impossible
Children are joy
Satellite Beach, not Miami Dade

I like libraries
Please find me there
Nat Turner
Rebel Flayed

Slowly guacamole
Watch a few movies
Grateful green couch
Karaoke Krakow played

             The Maid

Uber at night
Small talk
    alone

14101
I keep on, keep on going

My 3 beloved sons
No one really knowing

Once I was a teacher
Train time in Taipei

Never could quite reach her
Silent is the Way

Here tomorrow
Gone today.

Cliff Pickover
Palindromic primes

Stanley Yelnats
Mind that rhymes

7:37
Waking times

Madam I'm Adam
Freedom's chimes!