bob head as i or is should

[7-26-08 / 401am]


who and what are u
why and when are u

if u were playing cup ball
u could hit a 222 ft
home-er
down the right field line
pegging the foul poll

if you were in canada
nobody in the stands
would be watching
b/c baseball is dying and
canada is the dew line

to think of you gives me strength
confidence
i am knee deep in the atlantic
i trip over sunken atlantis
and
stub my toe

why?

because i have bob on my side
plain and simple
i speak to bob and he speaks to me
and therefore i speak to eternity
and eternity speaks through he

he:
who is::
the strange attractor
pulling in all the parts
of the
whole

he:
who is::
healing the imaginary divide
that was and was not
that is and is not

he:
who is:
speaking the all
for the few
the proud
the maraeens

he:
who is:
the mother b of us all
as we inter-n-2
comm-un-ion
w/ him/her
in the hive

giveing and receiving
the
honey
nectar
by the mouth
and then pass
that bob neck-tar
to other bees in the hive
thereby
bringing them
into
comm-un-ion

ride your boogie board
ride that wave
ride it home
for us
all

their i sat, broken hearted

[7-25-08 / 813pm]


i discovered my first
grey hair today

i was looking in the mirror
after trying to take a shit

i say trying because
i went to shit and only
farted.

i had an insight when
i saw this grey hair

it made me think that
as you grow old

it happens to a part of you
that is not really a part of the
real you.

meaning as you grow old
your eternal self, the real you
feels as it always did

not old, not young
not like a teenager
not like an adult
not like a senior
but just like it always
has.

and as you see yourself
grow old
it appears this process is
happening to a you that is
not truely you.

and so its a disconcerting feeling.

your shocked to find that this
fake you suddenly has hair
around its genitals.

your schocked to find that this
fake you suddenly has a hairy
chest.

your shocked to find that this
fake you suddenly has busshy
eyebrows.

your shocked to find this
fake you now has a grey hair.

and finally you will be shocked when
you may ask yourself:
who is this old person starring
back at me.

these are the insights that occured
to me as an artistic uhpiffaknee
today
when
i
discovered
my
first
grey
hair

what to do

[7-24-08 - 846pm]


what to do
what shall i do

put a stamp on the letter
to be mailed
to avoid it going on my
credit report
the letter said.

do my chore
which is emptying the
clean dishes from the dishwasher.

let me go do those two things
and ill be back to write more lines

the tactile is not empty space
a bird flys by my window
the lights go on and off

btw, i did those chores
i was talking about
and it was easier because i told you
about them and turned them
into art

chores are hard
and doing things
anything is hard

the daily stuff of life
is near impossible

i poured myself a glass of
absenthe
to deal with this
doing the stuff of life.

we have no choice but to do it
that is what we must do
that is what we have to do
that is what we do do.

everyday, as we hack our way
through the jungle of stuff
that makes up our lives

we are flooded by paper work
from the mail box

we hack through it
with greater and lessser
degrees of success.

we have a baby and then hack
through the paper work

we break a leg or get a kidney stone
and then hack through
the paper work
the material manifestation of this
stuff of life, that we do, that i'm talking
about.

i was at a loss as to what to do
i had the question of what do i do
next.

and this poem is what came out of this
question.

the light in my room is going
on and off
as i type this
indicating that something is wrong with the
light fixuture.

this means, something more to do
more stuff of life
to do.

and more paper work.