every thing

Posted in best of GJK, New Poems, poems, poems 2004, taoist, zen with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 29, 2014 by GJK

every thing is a song

but not all songs are of beauty

and every thing named beautiful

is at best fleeting.

joy is everywhere

but we must cease

to be ourselves

to let it in

and this is no tragedy

because if we can be free of self

then we can become joy.

sorrow is coupled with joy

existing equally everywhere

and when it overtakes us

then also we cease to be

our selves

and this is only proper

because when full of joy and sorrow,

when severed from self,

we become pure.

 

 

GJK

3JUN04

 

the meaning of life

Posted in humor, New Poems, poems, poems 2012 with tags , , , , , on August 26, 2014 by GJK

a little boy runs down the sidewalk

pocket jangling and curly hair bouncing.

he runs after the ice cream man

whose cart bells clang and clamor.

the boy’s life is singular and purposeful -

he is chasing happiness

which is easily apprehended

by a child.

he trades a few paltry coins for any icy treat

which he promptly shoves into his mouth.

simple.

GJK

16JUL12

rattle

Posted in New Poems, poems, poems 2012, taoist with tags , , , , , , on August 26, 2014 by GJK

my death is in this cigarette

in this pouch of coins that clatter

on my way to the source

to score another forty grams

of satisfaction that chokes away

my breath as it stokes

the fire within, the conflagration

that holds the jackals at bay.

my death is in the sun

in my reddened skin

in this darkening mole

in this furrowed brow that squints

through the incessant glare

as temples thunder and quiver

and pupils shrink from moons

to flagpoles.

that stained glass there is my ruin

is forever sleep

and this cup here is false awareness

is fake awakeness

but i have made my choices.

i light up in my lot

and reach the bottom of the hill

at the edge of downtown

before the last drag hits my lungs;

each footfall is a day i have lost

to recklessness and joy

timidity and sorrow

lust and debauchery

and ascetic deprivation.

each footfall is

an hour

a minute

a street

a tree

a river

a stone

a person

my death is in these shoes.

my death is in this cigarette

this coffee

this plastic water cup

these exhaust fumes

this asphalt

this carpet

this pillowcase

this television

this phone

this computer.

my death permeates every bone

of my brittle frame.

my death is my only certainty

so i’ll have another smoke

another coffee dose.

the wine i have left behind

because i want to be awake

when i die.

my death is in everything that i touch

so where then is my life?

i would say that now it is with you,

but hell, i have presented you with nothing but

facets of my demise.

GJK

25JUN12

all the words are wrong

Posted in New Poems, poems, poems 2012 with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 26, 2014 by GJK

sullen isn’t the word.

embittered, perhaps,

or chagrined

might be closer.

beaten down but determined

to press on -

faltering but not fallen -

no, sullen is not

what i am.

nor am i morose.

but i am close to that morass.

just one day without

calamity, that is all

i ask.

 

 

GJK

25JUN12

 

no end

Posted in New Poems, no-mad poets, poems, poems 2012, taoist, zen with tags , , , , , , , , , , on August 26, 2014 by GJK

beat.

dragged out, wasted,

spent.

it’s seven in the morning

with twenty-four hours left

before her first day on the job,

a new job in a new town.

and me,

the manic-depressive-drunken-zen-lunatic,

must be her driver through the crumbling streets

of mill-town and tosa and the god-forsaken burbs -

i must be at my best

shiny and fresh

when next the sun rises,

must be responsible,

must be

sharp

attentive

ON TIME

so today i am screwed.

cannot shake the vampire life

the graveyard shift.

been awake since yesterday,

eighteen hours or so,

and have not the luxury of slumber

for at least another twelve.

thirty hours.

thirty hours awake

to prevent the ruin

of two lives.

heavy eyelids

weary brain

tattered spirit flags

i waste time with the nullity of television

i pop pills to kill the backache

i suffer tinnitus

hayfever

cigarette withdrawals

no end to troubles

no end in sight

no end at all

i am nothing, nobody.

perhaps i am doing something right.

GJK

20MAY12

the tumult

Posted in love, New Poems, poems, poems 2014 with tags , , , , , , , on August 25, 2014 by GJK

that day at the falls i gazed upon you

standing atop the outcropping,

your orange top and golden hair

ablaze with beauty

framed by the miraculous horizon where

the treetops nestle into the sky -

that day resonates

rumbles deep within me.

it was the beginning of

the tumult.

that day on the beach summer dawned

with the sky cast in grey and

hand in hand we searched for

treasures of wood and roots

feathers and stones

and i gazed again upon

your blazing beauty.

at the terminus we kissed

so deeply and with such abandon

that the universe swallowed us

and everything stopped.

when i opened my eyes

i saw you as the raging rapids

from weeks before.

you consumed me utterly

and i was born.

GJK

26JUN14

for Sunflower

keeping house (1)

Posted in humor, New Poems, poems, poems 2014, zen with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 25, 2014 by GJK

it’s inevitable that something will go wrong

every day.  today the cats grew thumbs

and popped the lid off the container of fresh

chocolate mint picked just yesterday and

flung it all over the kitchen table.  needless

to say, i was pissed.  but i had meant to

put all three varieties of mint from the garden

into bags and into the freezer so i suppose

they did me a favor. those irrepressible

little darling creatures decided to put an end

to my procrastination in the herb department.

so now that the mints are nestled in the

freezer next to the red chilis i feel better.

mess created; mess dealt with; crisis of anger

averted.  rain pelts the roof and i am at peace.

GJK

19AUG14

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