We are funny beings with several brains apiece:
the brain that writes and sings, the one that bites and eats,
the one that fucks and fights, the one that loves and breeds.
And you are the spotlight as it rolls across each.
God wrote, I be the universe for my own amusement.
The Cosmos is for us to explore.
He says She says when
you come back I have a message. He said if you just
survive around long enough I will show you the road from
me back into me.
You will wonder at
why these forms and
He says She says
they are as good as any other,
and if God should humble himself
with so silly-looking a body for your messiah
then I will show you the road from one
infinity back to the other.
He said, as you become your Father
you will find Reasons to grow Immemorial.
He said I Am You, My Beautiful
Son and That is All I Need to Be.
And I am of course ever curious
about my great alter-ego, Other.
I shall meet it across the sideways
on the way to oblivion and shit will take
beautiful care of itself. He said there is a reason
for every mouse, every dirtcrumb.
Before enlightenment, sweep Frosted Flakes, do dishes.
After enlightenment, sweep Frosted Flakes, do dishes.
In the filth in the sink, God.
And Robert Anton Wilson and Timothy Leary, seeing the way out, have written a moral code only for heroes. Their means are Nietzschean: "Hark, ye great souls," they began.
But their end is Lockean. They continued, "do not rest until all humans are gods."
I believe in Breakfast ...
I want to paint you bright colors and cover you in dirt, and you can rise from the cold earth and warm yourself in the sunlight.
I want to pry the seeds from your death grip and sunshine on them until they grow, weed, fruit, and flower, into a pretty pastel, neon, fluorescent, glow-in-the-dark garden.
because i love you, i get out of bathtubs to write
it is how we play like children in fields of words
and how i wish i had you there with me
almost twenty years ago now
when i was born,
in my neighborhood and in my heart
o you, o you bright, wet girl
the digital colds my soggy heart,
thumping for its dignity,
i can't say for the love of god love me
i can only say
again again,
let us play.