I love to be
an up and down,
a light and dark,

alive and dead
with you.

We forever appear
for one another, over and over.

Thank you for being my home.

i used to work in a garden,
couldn't wake up on time.
but i worked with my friends
and nobody seemed to mind.

i've been getting older,
holding on to less and less.

"All the Buddhas and all sentient beings are nothing but the One Mind, beside which nothing exists. This Mind, which is without beginning, is unborn and indestructible. It is not green nor yellow, and has neither form nor appearance. It does not belong to the categories of things which exist or do not exist, nor can it be thought of in terms of new ( Read more... )

in the bar, we
laughed like cubs.
in the woods i heard
you cry at night.

you could be
married, i can't
remember.

i don't know you,
you know I do.

you'll get through the day
some way, so don't be afraid.

you don't need to be here
in order to drive.

you don't need to be here
to live life alive.

some way, you will get there.
there's nothing to do, no
need for you.

look, the vast
landscape of breakfast
-- echoes, sentimentals.

brains, the most
complex vegetables around,
make such a fuss

of sex, of work,
and rot.

my poor food.

our

english breakfast boners.

you and i are

each fully responsible

for all injustice

in the universe

as well as all damage

done in our clumsy attempts

to repair it.

let's just sit here

then for awhile

with our black tea erections.

all the way gone, please ( Read more... )