Jun 3
and so apprehensive i was
hitting the nail
and nothing
a sleepless pit of sorrows
that in silence
and then with some music
i made an adventure
into high
and kite
and the sky O sworn love
of the eye peering into
itself
all chores of the household done
and now the occupant
drinking coffee and talking
to a wife
O father O father
where am i to be so disengaged from
here
from now
how i caved in
to all this universe
yet still the claustrophobia
of the ego thinking unattended
seemingly automated
how i sometimes forget
the thinker
and simply am
how i wrestled with thinking
that i then
and then now
realised
how to simply allow the thinking
happen without
the thinker
how i grated
those fresh beetroots
having put on surgical gloves
to not have my hands stained
and diced the red onions
and grated the carrots
and the radishes
to then have finely cut the red cabbage
and yes
oyster sauce
with mayonnaise
perhaps i'd like to think
of the fondness of the Vietnamese
cuisine and fish sauce
otherwise in Spain canned
anchovies...
that ******* wasn't real, was it?
i'm trying to think
undermine the dimension
of jerking off on the toilet
after taking a simultaneous
**** and ****
then jumping into the shower
to baptize myself
was that real
or would it have been
otherwise me in the night
crawling into the brothel
for some prostate genius
gymnastics
of not being exclusive
sow the sharing of what is
women i can truly
ponder what is woman
and in woman a man
i can ponder this cascading
impulsiveness
the works of the house completed
now a second sighting of god
and all the words
and numbers
and how far apart this grimacing glee
bliss
blitz
well sure as **** at least i don't have
to get off
as long as she gets off
and i'm steering clear of the brothel
then at least that's
£130 for a canoe
and me and Reyla on the rivers
of Kauai paddling
while also picking flowers
for mother and Edie...
memories of cleaning a toilet
but nothing demeaning
just i crave using the throne
to dethrone
the throne of thrones
in that it is bowel, water,
Heraclitus and proverb.
hitting the nail
and nothing
a sleepless pit of sorrows
that in silence
and then with some music
i made an adventure
into high
and kite
and the sky O sworn love
of the eye peering into
itself
all chores of the household done
and now the occupant
drinking coffee and talking
to a wife
O father O father
where am i to be so disengaged from
here
from now
how i caved in
to all this universe
yet still the claustrophobia
of the ego thinking unattended
seemingly automated
how i sometimes forget
the thinker
and simply am
how i wrestled with thinking
that i then
and then now
realised
how to simply allow the thinking
happen without
the thinker
how i grated
those fresh beetroots
having put on surgical gloves
to not have my hands stained
and diced the red onions
and grated the carrots
and the radishes
to then have finely cut the red cabbage
and yes
oyster sauce
with mayonnaise
perhaps i'd like to think
of the fondness of the Vietnamese
cuisine and fish sauce
otherwise in Spain canned
anchovies...
that ******* wasn't real, was it?
i'm trying to think
undermine the dimension
of jerking off on the toilet
after taking a simultaneous
**** and ****
then jumping into the shower
to baptize myself
was that real
or would it have been
otherwise me in the night
crawling into the brothel
for some prostate genius
gymnastics
of not being exclusive
sow the sharing of what is
women i can truly
ponder what is woman
and in woman a man
i can ponder this cascading
impulsiveness
the works of the house completed
now a second sighting of god
and all the words
and numbers
and how far apart this grimacing glee
bliss
blitz
well sure as **** at least i don't have
to get off
as long as she gets off
and i'm steering clear of the brothel
then at least that's
£130 for a canoe
and me and Reyla on the rivers
of Kauai paddling
while also picking flowers
for mother and Edie...
memories of cleaning a toilet
but nothing demeaning
just i crave using the throne
to dethrone
the throne of thrones
in that it is bowel, water,
Heraclitus and proverb.
