(a collection of things i fall in love with on a daily basis)

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Dead Bodies

canto dos
while overhead is the perfect blue
emptiness of the sky 
with its imaginary balloons 
of false sight
flying around in it 
like Tathagata Flying Saucers
these poor ignorant things 
mill o sidewalks
looking at pitifull pictures
of what they think

is reality 
and one
a Negro with curls
even as a camera 
to photograph 
the pictures
and jelly roll man 
pops his Billy Bell
good humor for sale-

W Somerset Maugham 
is on my bed

an ignorant storyteller
millionaire queer
but Ezra Pound
he crazy -
as the perfect sky begenninglessly pure
thinglessly perect
waits already
they pass in multipilicity 

parade among images 
images images looking  
looking-
and everybody's turning around 
& pointing -
nobody looks up
and in
nor listens to Samantabhadra's
unceasing compassion

no sound still
S s s s t t 
Seethe
of sea blue moon
holy x-jack
miracle
night-
instead yank & yucker
for pits & pops

look for crashes
pictures
squares
explosions
birth
death
legs
i know, sweet hero,
enlightenment has come
rest in still

in the sun think
think not
think no more lines-
straw hat, hands a back,
classed
he exam in atein distinct
rome prints-
trees prurp
and saw

the chessplayers wont end
still they sit
millions of hats 
 in underwater foliage
over marble games
the greeks of chess
plot the pop
of mate
king queen

-i know their game,
their elephant with the pillar
with the pearl in it,
their gory bishops
and vital pawns-
their devout frontline
sacrificial pawn shops
their stately king

who is so tall 
their virgin queens
pree ing to knave
the night knot
-their bhagavad gitas
of ignorance,
krishna's advice,

comma,
the game begins-
but hidden Buddha
nowhere to be seen
but everywhere
in air atoms
in balloon atoms
in imaginary sight atoms
in people atoms

in people atoms
again
in image atoms
in me  & you atoms 
in atom bone atoms
like the sky
already waits
for us eyes to open to
-pawn fell

horse reared
mate kiked vattle
and Boom! Cop
shot Bates-
cru put Two-
out- I Cried-
pound pomed-
Jean-Louis
go home, Man
i mean-
as solid as anything 
is this reality of images
in the imageless essence, 
neither of em 11 quit
-so tho i am wise
i have to wait like
anyotherfool

-kerouac 


::::::::::::::we are riding today at 730:: i will be taking photos: they'll be up tonight, tomorrow, or the next day:::::::::::::: 


1 comment:

g;ab said...

i am actually going to check back to see if you post pictures, your skills when it comes to taking pictures while riding so far are impressive.

have a BOMB ride :)