Waves snap along
the moonlit shore
as a T-Rex bass line
carries ’The Mambo Sun’
through my soul and out
across the dream crested
Atlantic

Right here

Right now

I am free

Nirvana is made up
of moments such as
these

Congealing reality within
the empty void.
The flame of coexistence
extinguished.
The falcon long gone.
We’re left to gaze at
an empty, brooding sky.
Ah Billy, you understood
so long ago.
You tried to tell us but we were
too absorbed in our own delusions
to understand.
Your’ “rough beast” is at the gates
of the Holy city and there
is nowhere left to hide.

The way to bliss is a line
chiseled through the abyss
of time leaving sublime
characters to stumble
through the twilight of
autumn’s unadorned
years.
Fear and apprehension
wreak havoc on time’s
sublime reclamations
Geseme‘s tranquil breeze
failed to ease the suffering
of the Christ while his
cross is behind the loss
of humanities ability to
coexist.

Perhaps atonement will
come with the sunrise.

We're watching
and we’re waiting
and we’re loving
and we’re hating
as the ***** of
greed is slowly
passing by.
Every thief and
every banker lifts
a frosty mug to
thank her while
the widow wipes
the tear beneath
her eye.
And the politician
smiles as the cash
is stacked in piles
while the price of
crude is soaring
to the sky.
And the folks who
rule the planet take
the whole ****
thing for granite
plucking fiddles
while the children
slowly die

The movie ends and
the credits roll and the
droll lights blind our eyes
to the reality of
existence.
The distance between
now and eternity is 300
unadorned seconds.
Bliss or imagination,
can anyone really know
for sure where the pure
spirit lies in the moments
after death when breath
and heart and thought
cease forever, falling
into the clever trappings
of eternal silence?
Even as we ultimately
expire, will we know?
Our minds true essence
is lost without regard
to the realm of fantastic
illusion and the delusional
ranting going on around
us.
Where does the truth lie?

If perdition indeed
holds a place for
faces such as mine,
the lines of which
are the essence of
a depressing viewpoint,
then I openly welcome
my fate.
Lucifer, set my plate
somewhere between
Dickinson and Twain
so I may learn from
their sardonic wit
just what it means
to be human
and what it means
to love and to feel
and to reel against
it all and to fall
and to rise again
over and over till
the end of time in
the sublime ecstasy
of the soul's droll
brilliance.

A good man died today
Buildings did not close
Flags were not flown at
half mast
School children  
attended classes
and life went on
as it did yesterday
and will again
tomorrow.

But he was my friend
and people should know

A good man died today