Song of Myself

"A human being is a part of the whole, called by us "Universe," a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest- a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole nature in its beauty. Nobody is able to acheive this completely, but the striving for such acheivement is in itself a part of the liberation, and a foundation for inner security."
-Albert Einstein-



"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,


And what I assume you shall assume,


For every atom belonging to me


as good belongs to you.





I loafe and invite my soul,


I lean and loafe at my ease


observing a spear of summer grass.





My tongue, every atom of my blood,

form'd from this soil, this air,


Born here of parents born here from parents the same,

and their parents the same,


I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,


Hoping to cease not till death. "

-Walt Whitman-

navigation

fixed on you
like Magellan on a star
my heart ready
to drop onto the floor

silly to pick a word
to mirror my heart
one word should be
light as a dove
but comes out
heavy as sludge

a word can't mimic
the bliss of your touch

or taste of your tongue

amen, Bob Dylan!

"Yes, to dance

beneath the diamond sky

with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea,

circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate

driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today

until tomorrow."

efflorescence

Kissing you is like

inhaling the moon,

drowning in dark light,

falling into bloom.

Dead delight reversed,

this powerful pull.

A possible curse,

or beautiful fall?

having the flu and with nothing else to do

by Charles Bukowski

"I read a book about John Dos Passos and according to
the book once radical-communist
John ended up in the Hollywood Hills living off investments
and reading the
Wall Street Journal

this seems to happen all too often.

what hardly ever happens is
a man going from being a young conservative to becoming an
old wild-ass radical

however:
young conservatives always seem to become old
conservatives.
it's a kind of lifelong mental vapor-lock.

but when a young radical ends up an
old radical
the critics
and the conservatives
treat him as if he escaped from a mental
institution.

such is our politics and you can have itall.

keep it.

sail it up your

ass."

independence day

Magic sparks and shimmers

across the sky

it'd take a fool to try

to hold that hot flame

captured until it's cold.

A dead cylinder

in the palm of your hand,

to capture the glowing magic of night

and hold it in a jar,

only to wake up and realize

that you killed it dead.

What was once a luminous mystery

now a sterile tangle of legs and feelers.

If my thoughts of you

were like locks of hair,

I'd wind them up in my fingers

until the golden tendrils

became so curled and kinked

that it hurt to be turned,

I couldn't let go.

I am the berry plump and juicy,

ready to be picked.

You are the thorn, sharp and hidden,

ready to prick.

Now it's independence day,

so drop away

drop away.

city blocks

East coast women

hairy beast women

study Lady Brett,

decide if she's a bitch.

Making a living,

these days too many

reaching dead hands

to the numb wind.

Yapping maw of femininity

screeches, scrawls

winter, eternity

lives all close and crowded.