K Poems January 1 2014 Forward

I smoke weed, occasionally, and the occasion is when I have it.

You must love one another, look out for your brother.

Night turns into day.

Hay turns into horses.

Horses turn into night

and night turns into day.

January 2014 Poems

1st poem of 2014

I hope to never reach the summit

of my dreams. I want to always be

climbing the mountain of my desires.

How did a bologna sandwich come to be?

Some things are inscrutable

like God and heaven or hell.

Faith is believing in something

that you can’t define, not

killing other’s because they

don’t believe in your religion.

Because your altercation became my infection

Because each one of us was a bum.

Because we couldn't get out of bed in the morning.

Because we wouldn't go to bed until 6 a.m.

Because the government was out to get us.

Because we couldn't afford car insurance,

and didn't have a car anyway.

Because we didn’t have a job and didn’t want one.

It was time for Revolution.

Love Attracts

Joan hates crows. I think they are regal birds.

She says they are filthy. I find them fascinating.

I wanted to send my semen throughout her vagina, give her half of what she would need to create a little child for us. I wanted to be a Daddy and she wanted to be a Mommy, so we were trying this. We were trying this unprotected method leaving the condoms in the top bureau drawer. On top of the bureau was a bible. God was helping us have this baby, even though we wasn’t married, and would never marry. She was from Quebec and I was from Canada. We had met at the library. We both like to read.

I know that you are going to smile at strangers, today.

I know that you will let cars out in front of you, in the city

and on the highway.

I know that you have a Grateful Dead sticker on your van.

I know you don’t use up any plastic bags at the grocery store;

you bring your own canvass bags.

I know that once you find him, you’re going to love that one

man forever.

I know that your toothbrush is electric.

Our House

In this house, I am the monarch

ruler of all except for my queen

who sits in her throne next to mine

equal in all aspects of our love.

People need to come together, not kill one another.

I bet the house feels empty

when your loved one passes on.

Ascetic I am not

I hope to never reach the summit

of my dreams. I want to always be

climbing the mountain of my desires.

Running the show

Well, is it coming down off of your victory

for you to share some with someone else?

Why's it always got to be about you, and

how much you can accumulate when others

are stuck in a deep quagmire of non-accumulate.

How's it gonna be? How long you think that

you can keep running the show.

Semantics

You can't beat the cop.

You can't beat the judge.

You can't beat the bail

bondsman.

You can't beat the charge.

I got unintentionally ripped.

I fell victim to their complete incompetence.

Will you meet me at the kissing booth

Will you let me be your friend?

Will you let me hold your books?

Will we grow up to be lovers?

I'm not referring to his.

I'm not referring to hers.

I'm not referring to me.

I'm not referring to you.

I'm not going to be questioned;

see this interview is over.

And a security force got

all the media out of the house.

Flashback

I should have been a poet

back in Athens when Socrates

was running things.

I should have been a mechanic

sure would have helped when

my car broke down.

Should have been a priest

have an inside connection

to The Lord.

I should have cut my lawn

but I didn’t and now the grass

is as long as my hair.

Transcendent

Was his kiss Neolithic

producing no fecundity

no chance of a gravid belly?

Did you send him back

to his cave to paint pictures

of you on the wall with

the blood and fat of dead animals?

Is your love ephemeral or is it infinite?

Could a shaman decide for you

what you can’t decide for yourself?

What’s your bag?

God, Nirvana, Brahman, Dao, or Allah?

Do you drive a Chevy or a Ford?

The day doesn't mirror all experiences

Someone will lose a father, today.

Someone will lose a mother, today.

Someone will lose a lover, today.

The sun will have shone all day.

It was a beautiful day except for

someone's loss.

The way of life

When you’re gone not much changes.

The sun still rises. The sun still sets.

The moon is full at times, covered by

clouds at others. Those close to you

will shed a tear, but they will move on

without you, because that is the way of life.

Is love ephemeral or is it infinite?

Will it last forever, or just for a minute?

Will it take your breath away,

or kick you in the teeth?

When you go for it, will it be out of your reach?

Should you stay in your cocoon

for if you leave it too soon you will get hurt?

Is love a rainbow or just a pile of dirt?

Can you answer these questions with the mind alone,

or do you have to fall in love to find out what it’s all about.

The way it works I think

is that you are alive

one second and dead the next.

The martini that you were

sipping on still sits there on

the table by the chair

where you had your heart attack

for your wife or child or roommate

to find and dispose of. Your dog and

your cat still need to be fed.

The bills still need to be paid

if someone is going to keep living

in the dwelling in which you passed.

Everything is still the same, except for you.

Resplendent in my nothingness

my heart attack will be equal to

the liver in your cancer though

you were a King and I cleaned

the toilets in your castle.

What does God think about man

eating meat without quoting the bible?

Is there any sympathy

that animals die for our sins?

I have none as I dip links of pig

in mustard this morning. Should

I offer up a prayer of thanks to

the animal, beat up on myself

that I didn’t have lettuce for breakfast?

Is there a balance I can strike

if I can’t quit critters?

Is getting off meat like quitting cigarettes

which I have successfully done

after twenty years of huffing a pack a day?

Is it necessary? Does it matter?

You can twiver, can’t you?

I’m not anybody important.

You shouldn’t look up to me.

Model citizen.

In world of twivering government.

You can twiver, can’t you?

Cactch  a drift

Get a wiff, you’ll

never go back to

what you were

doing.

In world of twivering government.

You can twiver, can’t you?

I talk.

The dog gets hungry.

I go in the kitchen

he follows me; he is

hungry. Out from

my office next, he

meets me in the kitchen.

He is hungry.

I leave.

He is hungary.

I come home.

He is hungry.

It rains.

He is hungry.

Sunny out.

He is hungry.

The point of view of a turtle: sometimes, he flinches

when I stand over them. I wonder what he sees

looking up at me from down there?

Then what?

There are people who could have been actors

but never tried, or even thought of it.

There are actors who can’t act. There are lovers

who can’t love. There is you and there is me.

And there is this moment. Then what?

I'm going to make up a packet,

and if you want, I am going to

put one on your front door.

These days

A baby in my arms

not a bottle.

Middle Ground

I’m not an idiot.

I’m not an imbecile

I am somewhere

between the two.

The Process

We’re not here to please you.

We’re not here to choose you.

But choose you we must.

You don’t please us.

You just do what you want to do.

Infinite greed

If random helplessness meets infinite greed

then what do we have?

Back to the cemetery even

I’m willing to scream.

I’m willing to jump back

into the unknown.

I’m willing to start over.

Again and again. Until.

I get it right.

Running down all of the angels

finally caught up they all looked like strangers.

I wasn’t sure if I was in Heaven or Hell

and I don’t believe in purgatory.

Can of noodles with tomato sauce

or a five star meal cooked by a smiling Chef

beat up Chevrolet or a brand new Mercedes.

I’ve lived one and all and they are all the same.

Will there ever be snow again in Atlanta?

Will a woman ever break my heart again?

Does a caterpillar always find its way into

being a butterfly?

In the now

I'm not sure I'm getting anything done

but I'm sure having fun. There's really

no rules and regulations once you learn

how to play the game.

What are you looking for a heart attack

cancer? I don't think that is the answer.

I've been near straight A. I've been so

stoned my troubles wouldn't go away.

I am blessed to be experiencing this day.

Face slapped

I slip away.

I fade away.

I fuck off

because you

said you didn't

love me.

We named our cat Krishna, and was very disappointed

when he grew to have violent tendencies within the house,

which is, simply, not acceptable.

First Date Perhaps

You spend most of your time

trying to get lucky. Don’t you

realize nothing happens unless

you’ve got the bucky. She wants

to get stoned. You don’t want

to go to bed alone. Whose needs

will be met. You’re trying to

resolve this over the telephone.

So kiss me warm

when it's cold,

and cool me off

with your lips

when it is hot outside.

Kiss me keep me young.

Kiss me kiss me with that tongue.

Pete Seeger will sing no more.

He had a good run.

Much of the snow is gone

like my memory. Like love

unrequited. I don't mean

to bore you, but I think

I'm going to cry.

The dogs are frisky wanting

to be fed breakfast an hour

earlier than feeding time.

In lieu of food they want to

play: 2 hands 3 dogs. I try

to keep the two who bark

from barking as my love is

still asleep.

Who will die first, Mick or Keith;

Ringo or Paul? You or me?

When will the last snow flake melt?

When will the last leave fall off of the trees?

Will there ever be the last war

the last man or woman killed in the name

of religion or a buck, or two?

I can only do what I can do

This is me in my garden.

Watch it grow.

This is me in my kitchen

see what I know: how to

fix egg burritos with beans.

This is me in my car

dependent on the oil companies

for my gas. They can kiss my ass.

This is me watching politicians

on tv. I turn the tv off, no use

ruining my day watching those

scum sucking pigs.

K Poems January 1 2014 Forward

I smoke weed, occasionally, and the occasion is when I have it.

You must love one another, look out for your brother.

Night turns into day.

Hay turns into horses.

Horses turn into night

and night turns into day.

January 2014 Poems

1st poem of 2014

I hope to never reach the summit

of my dreams. I want to always be

climbing the mountain of my desires.

How did a bologna sandwich come to be?

Some things are inscrutable

like God and heaven or hell.

Faith is believing in something

that you can’t define, not

killing other’s because they

don’t believe in your religion.

Because your altercation became my infection

Because each one of us was a bum.

Because we couldn't get out of bed in the morning.

Because we wouldn't go to bed until 6 a.m.

Because the government was out to get us.

Because we couldn't afford car insurance,

and didn't have a car anyway.

Because we didn’t have a job and didn’t want one.

It was time for Revolution.

Love Attracts

Joan hates crows. I think they are regal birds.

She says they are filthy. I find them fascinating.

I wanted to send my semen throughout her vagina, give her half of what she would need to create a little child for us. I wanted to be a Daddy and she wanted to be a Mommy, so we were trying this. We were trying this unprotected method leaving the condoms in the top bureau drawer. On top of the bureau was a bible. God was helping us have this baby, even though we wasn’t married, and would never marry. She was from Quebec and I was from Canada. We had met at the library. We both like to read.

I know that you are going to smile at strangers, today.

I know that you will let cars out in front of you, in the city

and on the highway.

I know that you have a Grateful Dead sticker on your van.

I know you don’t use up any plastic bags at the grocery store;

you bring your own canvass bags.

I know that once you find him, you’re going to love that one

man forever.

I know that your toothbrush is electric.

Our House

In this house, I am the monarch

ruler of all except for my queen

who sits in her throne next to mine

equal in all aspects of our love.

People need to come together, not kill one another.

I bet the house feels empty

when your loved one passes on.

Ascetic I am not

I hope to never reach the summit

of my dreams. I want to always be

climbing the mountain of my desires.

Running the show

Well, is it coming down off of your victory

for you to share some with someone else?

Why's it always got to be about you, and

how much you can accumulate when others

are stuck in a deep quagmire of non-accumulate.

How's it gonna be? How long you think that

you can keep running the show.

Semantics

You can't beat the cop.

You can't beat the judge.

You can't beat the bail

bondsman.

You can't beat the charge.

I got unintentionally ripped.

I fell victim to their complete incompetence.

Will you meet me at the kissing booth

Will you let me be your friend?

Will you let me hold your books?

Will we grow up to be lovers?

I'm not referring to his.

I'm not referring to hers.

I'm not referring to me.

I'm not referring to you.

I'm not going to be questioned;

see this interview is over.

And a security force got

all the media out of the house.

Flashback

I should have been a poet

back in Athens when Socrates

was running things.

I should have been a mechanic

sure would have helped when

my car broke down.

Should have been a priest

have an inside connection

to The Lord.

I should have cut my lawn

but I didn’t and now the grass

is as long as my hair.

Transcendent

Was his kiss Neolithic

producing no fecundity

no chance of a gravid belly?

Did you send him back

to his cave to paint pictures

of you on the wall with

the blood and fat of dead animals?

Is your love ephemeral or is it infinite?

Could a shaman decide for you

what you can’t decide for yourself?

What’s your bag?

God, Nirvana, Brahman, Dao, or Allah?

Do you drive a Chevy or a Ford?

The day doesn't mirror all experiences

Someone will lose a father, today.

Someone will lose a mother, today.

Someone will lose a lover, today.

The sun will have shone all day.

It was a beautiful day except for

someone's loss.

The way of life

When you’re gone not much changes.

The sun still rises. The sun still sets.

The moon is full at times, covered by

clouds at others. Those close to you

will shed a tear, but they will move on

without you, because that is the way of life.

Is love ephemeral or is it infinite?

Will it last forever, or just for a minute?

Will it take your breath away,

or kick you in the teeth?

When you go for it, will it be out of your reach?

Should you stay in your cocoon

for if you leave it too soon you will get hurt?

Is love a rainbow or just a pile of dirt?

Can you answer these questions with the mind alone,

or do you have to fall in love to find out what it’s all about.

The way it works I think

is that you are alive

one second and dead the next.

The martini that you were

sipping on still sits there on

the table by the chair

where you had your heart attack

for your wife or child or roommate

to find and dispose of. Your dog and

your cat still need to be fed.

The bills still need to be paid

if someone is going to keep living

in the dwelling in which you passed.

Everything is still the same, except for you.

Resplendent in my nothingness

my heart attack will be equal to

the liver in your cancer though

you were a King and I cleaned

the toilets in your castle.

What does God think about man

eating meat without quoting the bible?

Is there any sympathy

that animals die for our sins?

I have none as I dip links of pig

in mustard this morning. Should

I offer up a prayer of thanks to

the animal, beat up on myself

that I didn’t have lettuce for breakfast?

Is there a balance I can strike

if I can’t quit critters?

Is getting off meat like quitting cigarettes

which I have successfully done

after twenty years of huffing a pack a day?

Is it necessary? Does it matter?

You can twiver, can’t you?

I’m not anybody important.

You shouldn’t look up to me.

Model citizen.

In world of twivering government.

You can twiver, can’t you?

Cactch  a drift

Get a wiff, you’ll

never go back to

what you were

doing.

In world of twivering government.

You can twiver, can’t you?

I talk.

The dog gets hungry.

I go in the kitchen

he follows me; he is

hungry. Out from

my office next, he

meets me in the kitchen.

He is hungry.

I leave.

He is hungary.

I come home.

He is hungry.

It rains.

He is hungry.

Sunny out.

He is hungry.

The point of view of a turtle: sometimes, he flinches

when I stand over them. I wonder what he sees

looking up at me from down there?

Then what?

There are people who could have been actors

but never tried, or even thought of it.

There are actors who can’t act. There are lovers

who can’t love. There is you and there is me.

And there is this moment. Then what?

I'm going to make up a packet,

and if you want, I am going to

put one on your front door.

These days

A baby in my arms

not a bottle.

Middle Ground

I’m not an idiot.

I’m not an imbecile

I am somewhere

between the two.

The Process

We’re not here to please you.

We’re not here to choose you.

But choose you we must.

You don’t please us.

You just do what you want to do.

Infinite greed

If random helplessness meets infinite greed

then what do we have?

Back to the cemetery even

I’m willing to scream.

I’m willing to jump back

into the unknown.

I’m willing to start over.

Again and again. Until.

I get it right.

Running down all of the angels

finally caught up they all looked like strangers.

I wasn’t sure if I was in Heaven or Hell

and I don’t believe in purgatory.

Can of noodles with tomato sauce

or a five star meal cooked by a smiling Chef

beat up Chevrolet or a brand new Mercedes.

I’ve lived one and all and they are all the same.

Will there ever be snow again in Atlanta?

Will a woman ever break my heart again?

Does a caterpillar always find its way into

being a butterfly?

In the now

I'm not sure I'm getting anything done

but I'm sure having fun. There's really

no rules and regulations once you learn

how to play the game.

What are you looking for a heart attack

cancer? I don't think that is the answer.

I've been near straight A. I've been so

stoned my troubles wouldn't go away.

I am blessed to be experiencing this day.

Face slapped

I slip away.

I fade away.

I fuck off

because you

said you didn't

love me.

We named our cat Krishna, and was very disappointed

when he grew to have violent tendencies within the house,

which is, simply, not acceptable.

First Date Perhaps

You spend most of your time

trying to get lucky. Don’t you

realize nothing happens unless

you’ve got the bucky. She wants

to get stoned. You don’t want

to go to bed alone. Whose needs

will be met. You’re trying to

resolve this over the telephone.

So kiss me warm

when it's cold,

and cool me off

with your lips

when it is hot outside.

Kiss me keep me young.

Kiss me kiss me with that tongue.

Pete Seeger will sing no more.

He had a good run.

Much of the snow is gone

like my memory. Like love

unrequited. I don't mean

to bore you, but I think

I'm going to cry.

The dogs are frisky wanting

to be fed breakfast an hour

earlier than feeding time.

In lieu of food they want to

play: 2 hands 3 dogs. I try

to keep the two who bark

from barking as my love is

still asleep.

Who will die first, Mick or Keith;

Ringo or Paul? You or me?

When will the last snow flake melt?

When will the last leave fall off of the trees?

Will there ever be the last war

the last man or woman killed in the name

of religion or a buck, or two?

I can only do what I can do

This is me in my garden.

Watch it grow.

This is me in my kitchen

see what I know: how to

fix egg burritos with beans.

This is me in my car

dependent on the oil companies

for my gas. They can kiss my ass.

This is me watching politicians

on tv. I turn the tv off, no use

ruining my day watching those

scum sucking pigs.