Monthly Archives: May 2010

I suppose I ought to use this Opportunity
The final hours of a three-day-plus ride
The final hours of a seven-month absence,
Or presence,
Staring at the lighted sign
“EXIT, Restroom other end”
Trying to fix my eyesight and wondrin
Why I suddenly see double!
Yet the ghost-double is 20/20.
Trying to blank my mind
Waiting for enlightenment, now!
Cuz enlightenment is easy…

“With nothing to read, I just go on writing”
I remember writing that not far from here, DC
October 26th? And now May 28th,
And living it again.
The city is imminent! Evryone complains
About the long ride, or the weather,
And I stare straight ahead at this
Galaxy of molecules,
The constellation in the red sweater,
And laugh unstoppable,
Picturing Mr. Patrick tell the Dalai Lama,
“I’m glad to meet you too.”

Evryone has their problems
And complaining is ridiculous.
The world has its problems,
And complains.

Third-world violence,
Hand-held streaming video,
Both keep you awake!

What am I working for?
Not in a sad or bleak way,
But shouldn’t I be farming?
Why is the internet in my face?
What’s with the trains?
Another fool, fed by fame,
Is soon to say he’s starving.
One second fearing he’s unwatched,
Next afraid of how he acted in sleep.

What can I say but complain,
Or state the obvious?
Words are useless!
Language is propaganda!
Me with words,
Like a horse with a piano.

Two days ago in Santa Cruz, our friend Maurice was advising that the planet Mercury is in retrograde, and communication would get difficult, particularly with electronics.

Today: my website server won’t connect, so I can’t change or upload anything.

My phone keeps freezing on myspace messages

My friend Dylan askd me to read him a phone number of a store. I read the general number,specifically NOT the pharmacy. He dialed and was connected to the pharmacy. They said “oh sorry our phones are all screwy today.”

My phone alerted me that some program was failing.
Now my phone says I have four new emails. When I go to read them, it says “no unread messages.”

….I have felt great for a long while, especially the last couple days in santa cruz. But I broke my new rule (No Greyhounds!) and took a Greyhound bus yesterday: It arrived 40 minutes late, which was bad enough, and then it took me to Oakland! So naturally I was a little bummd. My friends pickd me up, and then one of them rode his bike back home ahead of us. On the way he was hit by a car! We spent the rest of the nite in the hospital (he’s okay).

I dreamt of effortlessly riding my horse friend and jumping the gate that held us in. We moved in slo-motion and spoke to each other. Then the sky grew black and she drew my attention to a tornado. We jumpd the gate back inside to help people, but once back in she went wild and wouldn’t come with me, and knew no language or reason. Her owner came, whipping her face until she retreated into the barn.

What’s my point? I dunno man. I shouldn’t even post this, but I will and THEN retreat from communication until this tornado passes! On my way down market street, san francisco, a guy named Alex working for Greenpeace said “dude, smile!”

Then he told me about their campaign to make electronic communications devices less toxic.

Post Script: When trying to post this blog, an error occured.

It’s paradise in three acts
Train-bus-bus
Male domination blues
But sky blue optimism
Is it the Indians?
Who say the world oscillates
Between 17 levels?
From a paradise up top,
In which we’re all giants,
To an apocalyptic sleazeland
Down low and full of crime?
And right now is second-to-bottom,
A time of mistrust
And in the next 10,000 years
We’ll begin going up again?

I washd my shoes last nite
In the shower of people
Who were strangers ten hours before.
And this is a normal day
And I’ve discoverd the benefits
Of Amtrak vs. Greyhound
And I do math puzzles and finish
Ms. Eisler’s feminist goldmine
And am jittery with optimism
And despair at how deeply
We’re all soaked in our habits
But the scales are so close to tipping.
There are guns and christians,
But there is also fruit
And siestas.

There’s a reason people have homes
and in a bus one remembers
Good-natured teasing,
Learnd from one’s father,
And regrets repeating it towards Mom.
I’m thankful for Zelda,
For the quick glimpse of a fox,
For running barefoot for miles
Thru mud, thorns and poison oak,
For hiding in trees with a dog,
Eating apples and seeds
While the rancher passes below.

People argue on street corners,
Waving books with thin pages,
Claiming their contents are true!
What could ever be true,
That can not be observed?
If the book is lost,
That truth is lost.
What fools would keep their truth
In such temporary pages?

I told a girl I’d come to her cafe,
And now not sure I want to
Cuz it’s owned by a church.
I’m sure this kind of
Prejudice is bad policy.

Still, I’ve got a few blocks to go.