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hampered by lust, ruin, and sleep
rubies and the wetness of love
Respect the dead and pray for peace.
the sky watches over everything
knowledge is greater than fear
the name you choose for yourself
our soul is beautiful, o human
The end should have some beauty.
drawing on the patio with chalk
these are just moans from hell
those fools and all their politics
Now the sun rises, the counting begins.
the dogs of her body bark and howl
People will go about their usual routines.
the timeless immensity of being alive
the face of the child left behind
Eating the rotten flesh of the earth
The place where I was born is not my native land.
Man, I love Ray Wylie Hubbard.
you are the world beneath your own feet
“There was this three legged frog that wanted a new hat…”
Time that shines and sparkles.
small poems in the air everywhere
The drummer from Toad the Wet Sprocket.
And then the clouds faded away.
We can be the example ourselves.
tend the earth, plant the seeds
in love with the blue light of the moon
an emptiness that lasts until tomorrow
have I done anything worth doing
humiliating our political leaders
watching the animals for clues
These beasts carry no weapons.
lapping the butter from a dish
moist and loved by the universe
the world champion of coffee drinking
I'll just ignore your halo and your wing
I am still just muddling through.
to be reborn in the skin of a dog
trees whose fruit is human brains
none of us are getting any younger
there is nowhere you need to be
a breeze against the white curtains
the highway between two thoughts
long enough that my eyes melted
giving up all of my absurd ambitions
a wedding where the bride ran off
his flames were ten thousand degrees
A chalkline around me on the sidewalk.
The face of this sleeping earth.
Your life is heavier than air.
Nothing is perfect, and isn’t that perfect?
this valley farmland goes on and on
Bird sounds and a thought of you, sir.
Be perfectly brave and honest.
In the room with all the books.
Dexter Gordon’s HOMECOMING album up loud.
live with awareness and compassion
You're not dying for your country.
the darkness of our lives streaming out
What it is I don’t understand.
Everything good and natural is interconnected.
Looking deeply into the eyes of each person.
the truth of it all is in front of you
Seven sins and seven blessings.
rejecting temptation in the desert
in a dream anything is possible
I am not tame, and I do not obey.
we are all equal souls in this world
the heroes are not listening to you now
a house named death sounds perfect
a dust mite morning in california
christmas cards that mention hell
your life is a broken toilet seat
Midnight with the books of the dead.
What will I dream about tonight?
written somewhere with invisible ink
the sigh of a Delta breeze kissing the grass
something gloriously different
in between the beats of an oompah band
all of our names are written down somewhere
no calendar, no clock, no schedule
you've stood at too many graves
When will the children break into song?
Walk towards that minuscule dot of light.
238,900 miles away, the moon shines down
I am not the one to save the day.
a garden for herons and waterbirds
The crooked political parties do not need to disagree.
Just be the moonlight. Be the shadows.
the moon and stars cooled your eyes
if you’re reading this then you’re still alive
that ache in the small of your back
faith and fire the drumbeat of the earth
the hard, cold, Baltimore accent of my youngest boyhood
Life has something lovely for us again.
rock music, marijuana, mushrooms, and LSD
Let the beasts come and let the earth quiver.
Here, the bees serve an evil queen.
the priests whose god is money
compassion in one hand & kindness in the other
every morning brings another chance
Strong books and stronger coffee
all the kindness that you can gather
let me sleep in the rain that falls on the trees
One river is birth and the other river is death
We should bury them together, two to a grave.
the rocks & tall grass of your body
take your sad little money and bury it
To tend with care and reverence.
"Faith." "Random." "Coincidence."
stand tall in the face of the blatant lies
The thoughts of the mouse that squints up at us.
Walk on the path that has no end.
a brand new box of your favorite cereal
That goddamned bellowing bull seal.
I have come so far from Baltimore
I don’t need to understand the universe
the universe spreads out and I am alone
in the quiet may our healing begin
write for a little while, old school, with a pencil
Is the bardo as empty as earth?
Birth is as random as anything else.
the men are here to set up my tombstone
squirrels rabbits raccoon sparrows
Monday is breathless and feeling tired
four sycamores standing in a row like soldiers
the game doesn't end until dawn
they are in love with their phones
measuring things that are random
legs now too weak from atrophy
Those screams? Ignore them; everyone else does.
a wisp of light and a stamping of hooves
in this spell we are stars from different galaxies
it’s the road that matters, not the destination
a frayed flag smoking with blood
become the light, become the air
If you are truly a damn fool, then follow me.
you lob-lollies, you whisperers in the dawn
even the birds have gone silent.
the trees drink your most kind thoughts
Jesus playing goalie for Toronto
for the people who have no names
the wheel-barrow full of pointless regrets
failure is beautiful - failure is freedom
moonlight through the open window
The one-eyed woman wants to sell me a chicken
a memory blowing in from the east
between the glass and the silver backing
stop making mean people famous
This is why we should share it all.
Arm me with compassion & empathy.
morning - time to milk the goats
a brand new box of your favorite cereal
My heart is tired; isn’t yours?
it's pointless to try to reason with a fish
the dog that walked 2000 miles
In starvation the heart hides in shadow
the sound of birds, the sound of trees moved by wind
morning coffee, fruit, and fried pies
The universe itself is a part of the moment.
your final sight before closing your eyes
mindful of that which grows and blooms
Should you be cold, I will light the fire.
midnight, mountains and ada limón in space
The court of life is now adjourned.
The only visitor is death. No one else.
pulling a fire behind yourself
a thousand pianos in the valley
flies on the faces of the poor
To make up for the food we lacked
Flies and mosquitoes. And Howlin' Wolf
cousin eddie and the president
the dance of the redwood trees