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Bring the Noise
Monkey Mind Grabbing Hold
Observing others dancing misery,
extended tails dusting frivolously,
eyes glazing jelly doughnuts,
failing attempts to silence symphonic squalor.
The present moment we are,
surrounding gazelles shadowy presence,
hunger and drunkard thirst,
tipping bottles collective rationalization.
Zen master faltering broken tea,
medicine man likening sacred smoke,
no thoughts filling apace,
goliath procuring pleasuring fruits.
Remnant cacophony clarinets hypnotizing discord,
disjointed rolling tightly,
lost unknowingly as it were,
short-circuited fire ad infinitum.
Awareness calling crow squawking imp,
happenstance master popliteal landing,
licentiousness desperation drowning,
broken stallion bass dropping beats.
Missed boat eleventh-hour equivalent,
strap-on candles never lit,
vino pours concealing torment,
attacking flounder taking cheese.
More layers seeking attention,
peeling rotten producing flames,
deepened limbic limpia,
re-wiring compartmentalizing thought.
Stripped connecting threads of fate,
painfully methodically arisen acumen,
slow and steady winning race,
deliberation ending never comes.
~ Ani Po
Timely with this prompt, sitting quietly, blowing smoke into the atmosphere. Prayers for the wicked, sickened, lost, and holy, remaining centered in the whirlwind of thought staring dead in my eyes.
Projects await a certain touch, attention to detail, re-wiring circuitry no longer powering northerly wing. Peeling layers, kosher kitchen to four seasons room, four to three seasons, finally what used to be called a porch.
Life is a metaphor if seen as such, laughter or painful tears remain. Taming noise within one’s head, adjusting timing belt of sorts, getting all pistons firing at full. Mirrored images, inner and outlying thoughts agreeing, drowning misery, or witnessing syncrosensational.