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Poetry 1998

Dhammkitty

The love of my life was fast asleep.
The Roommate was rhythmically plucking the
highest string on his guitar in
strange stacatto stanzas,
while staring empty at the wall.
The teevee droned on and on
about a man who cheated on a woman
with her friend, and the friends boyfriend.

The day had been rainy and dark.
The job search was deadening.
The bank account was melting slowly away.
The neighbors were screaming again
and the old floors were creaking loud.
I walked into the kitchen to feed the hungry CAT
and I could smell the gas stove.
I could smell the dirty dishes.
I reached into the cabinet, grabbed the food
filled the bowel and the cat walked
smoothly slowly in
FAT YET SLEEK.
He stared hard, eyes to eyes
then spoke saying;
"One who conquers himself is greater then another
who conquers a thousand times a thousand men
on a battlefield.
Be victorious over yourself, not others
for when you attain victory over yourself
not even the GODS can turn it into defeat."

I fell to my knees and wept
on that dirty kitchen floor
for enlightenment suddenly seemed
a distant and far away shore!

THE GRIND

Get up, fight the traffic,
work all day, fight the traffic
go home, eat dinner go to bed.
Get up fight the traffic
work all day, fight the traffic
go home eat dinner go to bed.
Get up, fight the traffic
work all day, fight the traffic
go home eat dinner, go to bed.
It's the GRIND.
and millions of people live it.
and it robs from them
Robs precious moments.
Moments to love.
Moments to Create
Moments to reflect and seek
and learn and grow.
Moments to breathe and live.
Moments that when added together
are all we have that make up life!
Moments that once they are gone
can never be replaced
all ground up into little bits
inside the GRIND.
You can try not grinding
not fighting, not eating
not sleeping, not working
we all try it at one time or another
but what about stuff?
a car and a place to be
and a family and someone
and everything that comes and goes.

Believe it or not,
sometimes it takes more work
not to grind than to grind.
It's like swimming up stream
all of the time.
So do what you can.
So be who you can.
So love who you love.
and enjoy every precious
special fleeting passing
non-returnable moment,
Because it's all we have
it's all we know
it's all we are
THE GRIND
Get up, fight the traffic
work all day, fight the traffic
go home, eat dinner go to bed.
Get up, fight the traffic
work all day, fight the traffic
go home, eat dinner go to bed.
Get up fight the traffic
work all day, fight the traffic
go home, eat dinner, go to bed...


Job Interview

My enemy sits sifting
over tiny bits of life
across short expanse
of desk fake wood and
typical tiny desk items
separate us separate us only us.

Her searing eyes lift only
so slightly she digs in
goes goes goes at me!

My lies speak loud, they say seem to
Ive never been on drugs
Never been institutionalized
Never felt bad, love to work hard
Want to get ahead, am like you
just like you and everyone like you
there is nothing peculiar here nice lady
see, Im smiling
am like everyone else, am like everyone else
JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE

She buys it retreats, snake like
Fat snake like, across debris.
Breathing hard RAPE over,
she shakes my hand, wet smile
there will be further test and background validation
before I can become one with the collective.

I run away across the miles under night sky vale
back to the only place where I feel safe
my lovers waiting arms.

NOVEMBER 18TH, A POEM
REGARDING THE CHILD ANANDO

You are only 10 days old

and your head

the shape or something

seems to hold a strange fascination

for me.

So when I look at it

I seem to see

my own head

in some unknown way,

and today

your eyes

dark as they seem

blinking in a way

I have never really seen

but seems

oddly familiar,

locked with my eyes.

Your sounds at the time

were barely more than a whisper

and every detail of your face

seemed quite apparent.

As you clutched my finger

and we just looked

at one another

just looking

until your mother

walked behind us

and caught your attention

causing you to look away

toward her,

however

I kept looking

at all your soft hair.

I couldn't stop thinking

about the shape of your head

and the slow struggling way

you move your arms

looking desperately

for more of

something.

I cant Quantify my thoughts of you.

They are different,

and you are different.

The most unique creature

to burst

into my life.


OF Babies

"Dont kill the baby pigeons!"
I heard Thais say to her mother.
She was having the house painted
and there was a nest with baby pigeons
up high in one corner.

The painter didnt want to move them.
He was either scared that they would peck his face
or perhaps he also didnt wish to harm the babies.
Either way
there was quite a bit of controversy
and they wouldnt begin the painting.

There was talk of a professional bird rescue guy
but he probably wouldnt bother with pigeons
being the bird equivalent of a rat.

I was asked to moved the nest,
but as a Buddhist
I refrain from harming or taking the life
of any living being.

I suggested that we simply paint around the nest.
That an unpainted spot
on our house
up high near the roof
was less important than the life
of any living being.
In the end
that is what they did.

One week later
we are both standing
in front of the dresser
dressing for work,
and in a moment of silence
we hear the morning song
of baby bird.

Thais smiles wistfully
and says in that little girl voice
" Im sure glad they didnt kill
those baby pigeons!"
" Me too sweetie"
I answer.

A hug
and a kiss
then off to work.
Driving away from a house
where we will soon have a baby
who will grow up safely
and someday point up to the unpainted spot
nest long gone
and ask why it is there.
I will gladly tell him.

Unborn Bliss

Hidden
behind slow-motion smile
beneath rolling hair softly
IN UTERO
encased in feminine mystique you
lie waiting
growing
heart beating rapidly
kicking twisting turning
fascination with sensations
just beginning to be felt.

Life-force tidalwave
swelling bursting pushing
forever forward
toward connections
previously undrempt of
your time is coming
beating
waiting
growing
Anando
,,,Anando
Anando

In blissful silent sleeping
interrupted slightly
punctuated only
by future flashing fragments
tiny temporal portents
of our lives together
you and I.
Intertwined forever
bound by blood and love
generational
genealogical
extension
continuation
coming
coming.

Tiny pulsing heart
beating
beating
beating like a whisper
I love you
I love you
I love you
Anando
Anando
Anando