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habit and rancor

Posted in best of GJK, for Calvin Grandaw, for Jingle et. al., humor, New Poems, no-mad poets, poems, poems 2017, prose, taoist, zen with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 16, 2017 by GJK

GJK, 16MAR2017


habit and rancor’

hello, predictable. hello, habit. hello shitty diner coffee

that i do so love with every fiber of my mortal being, every mote

of the ephemeral essence that is not me, yet, in truth, is entirely

me and you and every living thing that ever was and ever will be (which means nothing because time is a fiction) and because, as we have learned and understood for eternity — time is not real.

conversely, timelessness is also not real. confusion enters

the mind and sugar is stirred into the ‘brackish black liquid’

and down my gullet it goes and once again i proclaim:

Sentence structure be damned to the deepest bowels

of the most foul, vile and wicked lake of fire

that sentience itself has ever imagined within

the rancorous confines of earthly existence!

YAWP! grammar, to hell with thee! freedom, expression, caffeine! exaltation and liberty!

* * *



Posted in for Jingle et. al., haiku, humor, New Poems, zen with tags , , , , , on March 21, 2012 by GJK

i’m a space-man and

time-traveler too is me

this is literal



04:22 CDT


Posted in for Jingle et. al., New Poems, poems 2012 with tags , , , , , , , , on March 5, 2012 by GJK

there are always at least

three ways to look at things.

for instance, either THEY

have trouble noticing things

or I am skilled at stealth,


THEY and I don’t exist.

or, these here words themselves

are an illusion.

or a delusion.


it never


there is no sin



behind us

Posted in for Jingle et. al., poems 2010 with tags , , , , , , on October 11, 2010 by GJK

i have noticed a change in me

and i have noticed a change in you

we seem to be brighter

and more buoyant,

we seem less distressed

when things go foul

or when chaos runs amok.

like today, when our lunch plans

got fucked up, we didn’t rant

and rave or behave like

little children

we simply bore it

for a minute

then let it



no, there is no trouble.

only one errant thread

in the blanket

that is us

only one speck

on the lens

of our life.

we are full of light,

you and i

and we have left

the despair and ennui

behind us.






Posted in for Jingle et. al. with tags , , , , on October 11, 2010 by GJK

the topography of shame

is a fractured steppe,

a denuded and sun-bleached plain.





Posted in for Jingle et. al., poems 2002 with tags , , , , on September 20, 2010 by GJK

GJK poetry notebook

from June 2002 —





my guitar sings songs of dissonant dissatisfaction

its strings vibrate disconsolate, morose tunes

my hand strums a somber rhythm

and fingers fret agonized chords

i need a new song

a melody strong and hopeful

harmony filled with peace.

i need a rhythm for the living

not one dead and stuck in defeat.

my guitar sings songs of lonesome detachment

it rings with sounds of failure and futility

my hands are stuck in a pattern of sadness

and my ears are filled with brooding.

i need a new song,

an energy full of bliss

i need to hear a masterpiece

to take me away from this

away from madness, away from sad.

i need a new song,

a melody strong and hopeful

a resonance firm

and pure


— — —


— — —

my only problem today

Posted in for Jingle et. al., poems 2010 with tags , , , , , , , , , on September 14, 2010 by GJK

is tryin’ to figure a way

to eradicate this headache

this head


i’ve had for the past six hours

six weeks

six months

well, you get where

this is going.

the coffee did its job

this a.m.

but now all i can think


smoke another cigarette

that oughtta help

yeah sure it will

until twenty minutes later

when the ice-pick in my brain

starts to wriggle and writhe



for the umpteenth time.

me brain says

smoke up, dude

as me lungs clamor

oh no, not again…

he’s doing it again

and this duality inside of myself

is, of course, the source

of the headache

in the first place.

so, pardon me…

today’s second dose of coffee

is ready

and with a steaming cup

i will go out

into the night

to cause some pollution

all on my own



even her

Posted in best of GJK, for Blue Bike reading, for Jingle et. al., poems 2010 with tags , , , , on September 6, 2010 by GJK




they are all guilty.

guilty of misleading


even her.

even my lovely

lovely wife

has been


he’s not right

they all said

about me.

he has an illness

called bipolar




and there is nothing wrong

with that.

we all hurt

we all have problems

so what if mine

appears in the DSM catalogue

of misnomers …

phuck you, doc.

i’m fine.

and thanks fer all the drugs.

you’re a doctor

you’re a dealer

and i use the zy-prex


it’s phun to trip

so which one of us

has been mislead?


ha ha ha

the joke

is on






thirst, part two

Posted in best of GJK, for Jingle et. al., poems 2010 with tags , , , , , on September 2, 2010 by GJK

d. wanders to the bathroom


the toilet-hiss is the venom

of angels

and the cheers

of the abyss

the wretched

morning birds are here,

twinkling outside

their impossible

dawn melodies.