Thursday, 18 April 2013

OFF BRAND ZEN



its
off-brand zen
like
the end of a day of hot bitter black cups of coffee
but 
without the filth

its
a
Crystal Awareness
of the thoughts of the thinking self
but
its
frightens me with its detached clarity

its alien and beyond the mountains of madness

i
feel
i
know
Old Secrets/if only i could reconcile existence

reconcile
all
the
instinct blinks
and
habits like farts
with
the
humming and vibrating matter
that holds the white static together
on
the
island
of the earth








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