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Genjo CohenIt is the mind ringing Neither the bells in your eyes Nor the breath of your hand As my shoulders capsizeGenjo Cohen
Not the nothingness reproaching Nor the Universe imposing It is the mind ringing Not even words you're quoting
Not the stubble by your sideburns Not your messy tuft of hair Not your touch-me composure Bursting everywhere
It is the mind ringing Furious, afraid of meeting soon Another broken bell Another swollen sorrow tune
It is the mind ringing Madness in its own ecstatic key A numb vibration climbing &nb


Circus InterludeThe condensation of obscure music dripped from the slatted Cabana's fence; I couldn't see the singer from the sidewalk, but I was drifting into his throat. The street lights made the full moon laugh and I, in gleeful cadence, threw a chesty bit of contrast at those slow caressing soul-notes.Circus Interlude
Saxophone jazz and a stray leather jacket while the world twirled sexy flutters for the mites that mow on forgotten caskets of hidden cues in mindless utters
The blatant chaos of perfect lines laid naked by the dewy grass, And all of it compressed into woodwind notes and smokey air.  


don't disappearEighty-three miles per hour was more than the recommended dose,don't disappear
but our beds dont make themselves and every line on this filthy road
is like a masterpiece [painted without any passion but revered by all who pass]
and I wish my tires would just rub them all away.
Instead I wrote a little poem about a little wax doll in organza in pearls;
then I strapped her to a rocket and up for the sun she flies.
The steering wheel smells like dust because Ive spent all morning catching moths.
I just wanted one more connection with you before my filaments shot.
But li


Doing Zazen With a HangoverAll my friends in rehab have the same face Some of them keep talking like my mom I always had my name spelled out in lower case So I could keep them from saying it wrongDoing Zazen With a Hangover
Well there's a light in their faces So their blood must be warm and I see bones in their fingers so their grip must be strong Even if somebody told be They'd been blitzed all along I think they'll turn out right in the long run
All my friends in rehab walk the same pace Like a schoolboy doesn't wanna leave his mom Keeping their candy hidden in a painted vase They're sleepin


Sonnet: ChoicesSonnet: Choices ========================= The need to feel, or not to feel, is fed. Arrhythmic beats sound hollow and uncouth. A cloud of laced 'whatever' fills my head. Another generation's slack-jawed youth.Sonnet: Choices
I am unmoved by panic and regret. Sensation-sought sedates my consciousness. It's not the needled choice that's my roulette; It's total boredom, endless changelessness.
And yet come Tuesday morn I want my brain. The hollow frequencies that haunt me so By choice again I consciously restrain: By afternoon, it's caffeine's buzz a-glow.
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The universe will provide what you need.
Granted, you may not like what what you need.
What you need may be different from what you want,
and in this there is the conflict.
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"All art is quite useless."
-Oscar Wilde
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The only thing that can save the world is the reclaiming of the awareness of the world. That's what poetry does.
-Allen Ginsberg
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He's a boy, you wanna girl so tear off his cock, ties his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want,
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