Archive for December, 2016

to the wounded

Posted in Uncategorized on December 30, 2016 by GJK

to the wounded

i say that i hurt too and it doesn’t matter what kind

of hurt it is,

i wish that i could wish it away,

but unfortunately we have eons between us

and i am only human.

we have all felt that hollow pit in the stomach

or that stabbing eye-glare

that is perhaps a misperception

on either end;

or it’s real and agonizing physical pain,

perhaps it’s war or abuse of any kind

and i certainly do not know your particular struggle

but i can tell you that i am hunched over this machine

with terrible posture and it hurts but i NEED to get this out,

i NEED this figurative device to survive until my next breath.

so i breathe, and i notice the cat staring at me.

‘you didn’t forget about work tomorrow, did you?’

no, kitty-cat, i didn’t forget.


this particular piece of automatic writing is at its end,

and i am thinking of you,

the wounded.




from Jack to the Aesir

Posted in Uncategorized on December 19, 2016 by GJK

at one a.m. sleep had already come and gone my mind was

rapt upon itself i had only to smoke a cigarette to once again

feel entirely human and the foreground of consciousness was full

of Kerouac and the Saint Teresa bum in the shivery gondola

clacking from Los Angeles to Santa Barbara each regarding

each other’s bumly sainthood and angelic nature as the tokay wine

passed between them as a sacrament of the rails and also

the image of Gary Snyder the mountain-man scholar reading his poem

of Coyote at Gallery Six amidst all the intellectual fops and

hepcats with their cultivated images of counterculture while

Jack and Gary the true bodhisattvas purely manifested Tao-essence

with Jack of course being responsible for everyone’s drunkenness.

outside windchimes jangle, sounding not their usual music

but instead the dread arrival of Oktober’s first jarring frigid wind

with its teeth of dead winter cutting the night

like so much dumb meat to be devoured by some Nordic beast

of demon-nightmare.  three cats luxuriate on the couch-back

behind my shoulders as the windows shudder with the

frosted breath of the devilish autumn gale.

the gravity of encroaching winter is inescapable

and the stark, magnificent autumn night

is full of unassailable and insistent vortexes

of overwhelming foreboding and fleshly truth.

bright burns the diamond-heart of the hunter

beyond the cloud-swathed sky,

bright burns the hearth-fires of the immortals

in their cavernous mead-halls shrouded in mists

of the disbelieving human mass that shivers

beneath their benevolence, caught here in mired minds

and the miasma of time.




Posted in Uncategorized on December 16, 2016 by GJK

i found myself wandering around the house

looking for things to clean or arrange or improve somehow

i found myself burning sage in the basement

to purify that dank space

found myself eating mung beans with garlic and chili sauce

eating standing in the kitchen

straight from pan to mouth with the wooden spoon

that i used to prepare them

because why in the world would i make more dirty dishes

for myself to clean

i found myself feeding first my son and then me

scarfing down what was left

i found myself concerned with the brutal weather

the bitter wind

the frigid storm looming above

thoughts of

what if the truck breaks down

what if my love and i get stranded

what if —

then i stopped, stretched my aching back

and sighed

(holy shit i need to find a job)

(holy shit what am i forgetting)

i wished for more coffee to pour down

my thirsty gullet

but no i’ve had enough

my fucking brain can’t take it

i’m bordering on frantic as it is.

i found myself today being an adult

a husband

a dad

and how sad that it’s so unfamiliar.

forty-one and finally grew up.