shucks
sheepish
good old rollin tobacco
buglers
kite menthol
borkum riff
even bull durham
mercy
livin in th woods on th san lorenzo river
fifty bucks food stamps a month
had to stretch it out
a quarter for an apple
a big #10 can of coffee
plus scrounging in the salad bowl
the dumpster out in back of albertsons
bent cans of veggies and produce we'd wash in the river and boil
left over change for rolling tobacco
plus mailobox at 5 bucks a month
an occasional ice cream to feel civilized
cowboy coffee
grounds in the can
fill with water
cook over fire until
water rolls
let it settle
best coffee west of th pecos.
all that shit
water under the bridge
yet
what has emerged from this
bruised and fatigued,
is better respect and kindness.
hopefully we will continue to have this ongoing.
studio eight
i mean i am a coomplete fuckup
but i don't insult anybody
not when i can imagine other possibilities than war.
what was this thing about the bardo?
it seems a different conception of life after death than either heavon, hell, purgatopry, as the european christian mmodel has it.
I mean, St Peter ain't gonna be at th pearly gates for the unchosen, man
The bardo intuitively to me is a place where deep consciousness abides in ethereal essence, like back into the stream after the waterfall
organic and mineral.
