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"..4 they all empty out onto the broad plane of destination called the end of the road...?"

-"the artshow after the end of the world..?", acrylic on masonite,1992.. i think.. it was so long ago,& the numbers so small

 

if'

i

were

you

i

wouldnt

be

me..

no word

no envy

nor striving

could make it

so..

i'd be stuck

over there

maybe wishing

otherwise

just

wanting to

come home

to me

myself

& i

or

maybe

if i were

you

i wouldn't

wanna

be caught

dead

being

me

 

even

though

i'd be

missing

all this

fun...

 

i might

count myself

lucky

not to be me

just grateful

to be you alone...?

if i were

you

i'd of course

do it all differently

in the way

of doing it all

better..

this iz

of course a quite

ludicrous

flight

of fancy

because

as we all know

we're

all

one

and the same

person

living

different lives

like

a string

of pearlz

?

when i was small

they

wouldn't

let

me

 

& now that i'm tall

a force to be reconciled

im at a loss

to discover

what exactly

all the fuss iz

all about..

they tell me i should listen & follow

& buy & pay & work to live

but the source within me

says pooh

ive known peace & bliss & love & belonging

& the feeling  i'd rather be no where else

no one else ..doing no thing else

but  right here right now  me...

and still challenge waits at the next turn

to wack me into submission

for the greater good..?

as it has all along  and each time ive come to realize

the truth of my soul

is being here now

for as this stumbling poet once wrote:

'...we

 are born

to feel it

born to feel it all...?'

& if we wait for the universe to wake us

we may be left to sleep a long time

& we may not like what we find

 starring us bold in the face

nose to nose breath 4 breath...

wondering what took so long...

the child of the universe is never alone

or lost but in the illusion of seperateness

from the one..

too bad it hurtz...

here

have some

more

life.....

love

questing

o

once upon a time....

we all live happily ever after.....

?

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". . in memory of a boy soldier. . "

 

" . . az men

& children

we walked

out of the woods

charging

into the blade

& smoke

& death

& rebirth

there was

suffering

along the way

limbs & brains & gutz

& glory

fathers & sons

the cryz & pleading screams

the sun was high

& hot & piercing

& precious

& clinging

overhead

az we each

in our civil war

died

in the blood spilt

my last day on earth

in that body

& when my time came

 that bayonet

running thru my

belly

i said to myself

finally remembering

i am

immortal

iam

god

like every body

else

.

.

?

                                                                                                                 12. 3. 04 venice beach