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More mantras


The idea of chanting is appealing to me 
I went to an intro to meditation
They said
If I paid $400 I could find out my mantra
And I’ve always wanted to know my mantra
But I was busy with another self help group
With mantras galore -
So many to pick from
NOTHING’S WRONG
From NOTHING I am creating the possibility of EASE
You’re in your STORY again
But NOTHING’S WRONG 
I AM COMPLETE
DROP THE BANANA

Maybe I got my love of mantras from my mom
Who loves to say 
Shift for yourself 
and
Belly up to the bar

But no
We know it is from my dad
Who has spewed too many mantras to recount
Who speaks exclusively in mantras
Chants in basements
And never gets any better.
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meditation roar

When he meditates
he roars
like literally
he carries the pillow into the bedroom
shuts the door
for a little more privacy
And with closed eyes
And a few deep breaths
This horrifying
sound emerges from his chest
When he meditates
he very literally
roars
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Did I Miss Something? Haiku

Maybe the blood moon
or the eclipse or the stars
that did not align?
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Back Through The Flow Chart

In the basement,
I'll catch a glimpse,
of a shoebox
or a bin,
stacked too high, always,
making more space
for gifts I can't refuse,
which don't tell me anything
about my life.
Honestly,
I don't know why I keep them,
out of sight and mind,
but digging in, reminders, yes,
I chose to keep this and that,
though I don't remember why,
is this how bugs break into the code,
make the present collapse periodically,
I wrote this all in to begin with,
to keep me on my toes,
to wonder why
my thoughts won't add up,
why processes won't come to bear,
to have to go back,
perform routine maintenance.


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things we do for pleasure

how delicious to plunge my thumb
into the fleshy hook over the hip of this woman
who i am definitely not going to fuck, i am just
holding her as she flies.
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