Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

thirty one gun fun me fired ghastly one unibus amongst fights against dirty thirty well beneath me sleep execute that very belief getting alnong our our should i say we oh wait dont we mean I?

why
high
ku?

because I can see
Free thirty more than thee
new, life, me, see?

here to go is is and and is after two written is's

twice times thirty
up and perty
natural high

birthday boy
he's a goy
shalom

age doesn't matter to me
my knees creak
i'm 27

two times thirty three
I used to be circumsized
Now I'm a goy too

self pity
gets me through
another lonely night

when I was a freshman at Michigan
the Jewis kids threw popcorn on the Christmas tree
yelling "Hail Caesar!"
It was my first XMAS away from home and I remember
feeling disillusioned and vacant.

They would also order pizzas from a local joint, Pizza Loy.
When the delivery fellow would arrive, they would chant,
"Here's the Goy from Pizza Loy."

birthday boy
he's a goy
shalom

Sorry about my sorry sappy joke,
but I was referring to myself.


60th birthday party
a little wierd
i dyed my beard
and drank root beer
a little queer
and fairly farty.
my wife on my right
health unit commander standing with arms crossed
(she has nice boobies)
and retired air force hubbie of another lady
told me the Iraq war is stupid.
"When we are young we are so gung ho,
then we know better, too late."
The next day,
my real birthday # 60,
I had a shot of vodka,
some toots of pot,
then got depressed and
put it all down,
man
I am high like nobody
on my natural brain chemistry.
Why spoil the party?
Two times thirty, three times twenty,
life is sweet in the land of plenty.

dooby dooby does she understand?
lot o shit above you when under stand...

likewise i am sure
why i demurr
and wish you well

she understands ?
Do we understand ?

I think I have gone off the idea of understanding women.
But they seem to be able to see right through me.



standing under a lot of shit
standing behind
every gray hair in my beard

I want to look my age
Everytime I go to shave it off
a strange old man stops me...

A strange old man
Stops me,
Looking out of my deep mirror.~Hitomaro

path of not knowing
graybeard once again
deep mirror of cracked glass

A dharma bum looks at seventy
Longevity does have its blessings.
But I won't make it like this


crack in the mirror
lets me see through
to the other side

alice and the catepillar
and the worm at the core
of all my vanity




behind the me and you
goy and jew
us and them

down to meaty red heart of it
how many beats of the heart between
youth and age

Guys in their fifties
believing in Kerouac
in his twenties


broken Mirror?
broken road?
sitting there sketching
you drew a moment for me

I always knew
I would take the Bodhi road,
I just never knew what day it would be.
Maybe tomorrow.

reminds me of a poem from the japanese.

I have always known
That at last I would
Take this road, but yesterday
I did not know that it would be today. NARIHIRA

crumbs of happiness
yabyum knows
the location of

moments in time
that have fallen through
the cracks in the mirror.