“I’m so bored!”

—Death & Life & Pleasure & Hardship
be your
Panacea;

Keep you busy,
Child.

End Moment

All of it—
Beads of water hang from a bough
The wind blows down.
—Not a wet thought left.

Getting There

What there was to know
I learned
To Leave
Behind.

What comes into the mind
Is already there.

What’s happening is happening,
And,
For a little while,
I heard and saw
All there is.

Don’t know / \ Keep walking

From the sexual awakening,
I
Longed,
For,
Sl
ee
p.

To anywhere
Without reason
Through the
Ice
Of ghosts,
The wind
Sweeps.

You
Have a pot to piss in
And
So do your
Ideas.

I walk with something that walks with me.