Morning Walk / Job Thoughts

I.
What will become of abstract
chairs on tabletops?
Coat hangers inhaling first
gasps, crouched on stone,
legs numb, no-mind,
staring into perpendicular lights,
the sun rising suspiciously
before my fogged eyes,
giving way to the white lines,
soaked in ash, fizzling deeper into
the cornea, then spat back into the new sun.

II.
Was it these monotonous languages
scrawled into eyebrows, which left you
searching for god between fibers,
without the whole?
Ruined angels now starved
looking for nourishment in plastic,
while I shell for shell,
rip bricks apart.

III.
Ah,
the sweet smell of mustard gas and
marijuana!
The tragic clanging of metal
& false accusations, empty glares and salvation,
fat sobs from eyes, clinging to electric lights,
dripping constructively & running along cloaked walls.
What a strange existence,
blurred between frozen meditative bliss,
and chaotic big bang catharsis,
extracted from every light and life,
to be dropped casually thru eternity,
laughing: drunk and boisterous:
held by holy crutches upon which stands Dionysus at
ripe old age to wander deserts,
stench foreboding, learning the truth all over again.

Afterthoughts:
IV.
A pure mind is like a bottle of wine:
the longer it is still, the stronger it becomes.
Yet, just like when we drink wine,
if we drink too deeply,
our minds / the ego: becomes drunk.

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Greetings!

Several new things to discuss here today: First, recently i performed at Robin's Bookstore in downtown Philly, and learned that the event was filmed as part of the Philadelphia Poetic Arts Project, an extremely excellent group of people. Here is a link to one of the videos where I read "Ode to Insomnia" from here you can find other performances from that night (as well as two other readings I did). Secondly, here are some new pieces written over the past couple of weeks while working long hours to save for a transportation vehicle (of which has been recently obtained hopefully leading to more performances) enjoy.

Peace and Enlightenment,

Jon

Link to Robin's Bookstore videos :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZw1RjDyiRg&feature=channel

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So I have been standing here,

numerically meditating in a

fixed upright position, while

drifting in and out of fragments

of demands and pleas.

Blindly rushing for fear of

not "keeping up", so i am

essentially silent save for streams

of pre-written polite exchanges,

baffling empty language.

Watching from apathetic eyes,

strangers passing between,

& sirens rolling down the grey avenues.

Wine

Home now,

beautifully spent,

wasting away in bed,

drinking deep the succulent fruit,

while the room swirls.

And out come the beautiful devils

to kiss you good-night!

And I am now in the frame

of mind to expose these secrets

I've held for so long.

I am now in the frame of mind

to dance wildly in the soft

song of my youth.

Propelling the self forward is key to

retaining faith, so I leap into

destruction to save my wretched self.