amor fati redux..., the return of the zombie poet

[saw]

time is circular......
'cause if it were linear
i'd be swinging my legs from a crescent moon

but here i am again
typing the delivered words
special delivery from cosmo joe's wisdom and pizza

a foolish scribe am i, opening the cardboard box
a register of the dead from the front porch swing
a signatory of perg-a-tory and all its glory, .....a pervy story

.....half way.....
always been half in and half out
not sure I can do any better

one foot on a star
the other on the trampled leaves
zombie poets really have no choice

we need to eat your brain
so let me fatten you up with my caloric babble
don't care for no skinny organs

[jackofnightmares]

words deliver poetry
to left lobe right ventricle decrepitude
zombie heartbeats stronger
brain engaged

a fine line between
amor fati/eternal return
I walk the line with a little help from friends™
because I lean on
that song from the Movie Night Of The Hunter

how did that Haiku by Hirahito? Go?—
May those that come after us never have to walk such paths of love?

Tunes from the jukebox in Doctor Doom's Truck Stop Lounge™
in love with a truck stop girl

a walking contradiction

[saw]

wild scene from night of the hunter
cowboy noir you might say....also
enjoyed Little Feat and Christopherson
words come-a-flowin down like rain

[mnaz]

That's the nice thing about Zen. You're always halfway down a road, give or take. (And time is circular.)

[jackofnightmares]

I AM SO FUCKING SICK OF WORDS
is a melody circular?


zen, god, time, objective, subjective

I always feel so smart when I am stoned; as if I have a gift.
(SAD)
I got to take a piss test for a DOT physical in April, I hardly ever post to studioeight during the spring and summer. That has been been a seasonal pattern for four years now,
I don't know jack shit about Zen except that I like it like like rock and roll
talk at you later