Living inside the mystery.
Carl Sagan said, “If you wish to make
an apple pie
from scratch
you must first invent
the universe.”
He’s right you know. Scratch — the unencumbered
beginning.
Underneath everything is something
else.
The beginning?
A strike anywhere match dragged along the flint
of time.
Igniting creation.
Read at Wild GreensWhen you lasso a stagecoach
every minute is a new frontier.
Go west or north, head south or east—
Beware, there’s snow in the Rockies.
But pioneers don’t care about the weather.
Travelers travel prepared!
Lewis and Clark never complained.
Well, at least not to me.
The risks of uncharted landscapes
pale in comparison to a life
rooted in routine.
Day-to-day drudgeries.
Not an explorer’s idea of terrain.
A contract with the unknown—adventure!
Fate’s relentless command
Trailblaze! Seek! Find!
The next promised land.
Mercury’s in retrograde,
I will not do a thing.
For Mercury controls my days,
For Mercury I sing.
I went to see my doctor,
He referred me to a shrink.
My actions are not sane these days,
Blame Mercury, I think.
I’m scared to drive,
I’m feeling sick,
I’m so confused,
I need a kick...
I want it all to go away,
So I can reconnect.
Maybe all I really need,
Is Mercury direct.
an invitation
to join earthbound symphonies
the call accepted
tiny knocked up egg
i am conceived and growing
the journey begins
a new world appears
i already want guidance
who are these people
give me attention
i catapult food at you
why did i come here
kindergarten class
blocks and crayons and long naps
illusion begins
memorize the facts
school pap, no contemplation
what a way to live
teenage years arrive
do not tell me what to do
nothing can be done
serious trauma
life is so unfair it seems
lets try some cocaine
loony bin hello
what drugs are you giving me
who are these doctors
illusion complete
you are the ones who need pills
I am not staying
life continues on
twenty one years and counting
san francisco nights
sex, drugs, rock and roll
oysters, champagne, more cocaine
have you seen my car
illness wakes me up
illuminates compassion
now give me some pie
life on this planet
way too short or way too long
too early to tell
this is not forty
this is not even fifty
it is just right now
leaves leave bare branches
a ceiling becomes a floor
fertile ground prepared
It resembles life
Fast, slow, turbulent and smooth
Sit by the river