It was at the hospital we remembered we were human. The things on the inside need checking. Blood drawn. What ails us. What is a sign I’m alive. So many things I don’t want to do. My body, my one and only body.
“Kurosawa’s Dreams and Me” by Lady Lazarus. Video by me.
The Occupy Wall St. movement is inspiring to me. Today, it made me think of the promise of John Lennon’s, “Imagine,” and what it would sound like in the grammatical present tense.
There is no Heaven.
No hell below us.
Above us only sky.
All the people are
Living for today.
There are no countries.
There is nothing to kill or die for.
And no religion too.
All the people are
Living life in peace.
The world is one.
There are no possessions.
No greed or hunger.
A brotherhood of man.
All the people are
Sharing all the world.
The world lives as one.
#342: Once in awhile be sure to look yourself straight in the mirror—no, not at your nose—straight in the eyes—and give yourself a good hard smack on the cheek, then smile to your reflection and say, “You are a good human.”
Heard a story about a girl
she was eaten by a bear.
I know life ain’t fair
not for her
and not for anyone,
but especially for women.
When the girl got the Heaven
she was greeted by the choir,
all the angels were there, singing:
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen,
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen,
All men, All men, All men, All men.
The glory of your guts
The wonder of your butt
The body glows with
Stardust.
Rub
your eyes to see
the sun smiles on you still.
Your hands are chalices
The arcs of your feet are
vaulted arches
around your forehead a temple
glows.
Stevie Nicks
Blonde witch
Cocaine possessed
Sheep warble bleet
thundering
From the lower abdomen.
Faun eyed
Drooping horse lips
Magnetic hair.
11.10.10
The body is a container.
//
This is your breeze.
The breeze that blows easterly.
//
Leaves are dead people
dropped on eaves.
//
One day I will meet a rabid dog in the road.
//
I need to find my love so I can apologize.
For being lost all this time.
For forgetting to believe.
//
Find that place inside you that’s OK
and make it grow.
//
We are all trying to bridge our loneliness.
Space,
devoured by
the dark,
Makes an awful
thudding,
Like a hammer
or a heart.
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(listen… http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/03/09/black-holes-sound_n_833359.html)
You are the envy of the dead
a walk in the garden
a swim.
Idle choices of a Saturday afternoon,
read the paper in bed.
