Seeing The Way

This morning,
I got a clear vision
of the way
and the anti-way,
and realized
that the way
is disliked by many,
and that the anti-way
is practiced by maybe most,
so I am in
a religion
which teaches the way,
but I am waist deep
in the quicksand
of the anti-way,
mainly because
as a young man,
I confused the anti-way
for the way,
and the way
is simple,
because it is the way
of wholesome virtue,
and that way
makes many of us gag,
even though
it is the true way
of peace, happiness, good health,
and love,
but I seem to know
that most of the world
is deeply buried
over its head
in this quicksand
of the darkness
of the anti-way,
but cheer up,
there's still hope.

The Buddha Bowl

I'm playing in the Buddha Bowl.
It's Buddha's team
against Mr. Big's team.
Buddha's strategy
is to lose.
Mr. Big's strategy
is to make
as many numbers
as his team
can possibly make.
Miley Cyrus
is on Mr. Big's team
and has a score
of well over
a hundred million.
Miley is a sexpot
and sexpots
make extremely good players
for Mr. Big's team.
I am a bad player
for Buddha's side,
because I have
a secret desire
to win some numbers,
because I don't want
to lose my shirt,
like Buddha wants us to.
So, I have a score
of about two thousand.
I hope I don't lose
my two thousand,
and I even secretly
want a million.
The Buddha bowl
has gone on throughout history
and Mr. Big
always wins
and Buddha always loses.
Rah team...

Me And Television

When I was young,
there was an article
in the TV Guide
which asked us readers
if we had to choose,
would we give up TV
for a million dollars?
and I pondered this
at the time,
because I was so addicted
to the television,
that I wasn't sure
that I would give it up
for a million dollars,
even though
I really wanted
a million dollars,
so as I grew older
the TV began
to bother me
more and more,
and even began
to make me sick
and crazy,
but I still
couldn't give it up,
and so,
finally,
when I got to be
about sixty years old,
I had enough of it,
and I disconnected
the cable,
and turned it off
for good,
and it was the best thing
that I had done
for a long time,
and I don't regret it,
but, you know,
every once in a while,
I still get
a little craving
for the old
talking box.

Image Is Everything And Smiling Faces

There was a commercial with a tennis player/ who was saying/ that image is everything/ but we all knew/ that he was wrong/ that image isn't everything/ that there is always/ something deeper in everything/ that isn't present in the image/ and there was a song/ called smiling faces/ where they sang/ that smiling faces/ can come from someone/ who actually is trying to stab you in the back/ but we also knew/ that smiling faces/ are often from someone/ wonderful/ who actually is smiling at us/ because they like us/ and are not going to stab us in the back/ so what is needed is understanding/ and sometimes/ that is difficult/ to get

The Obvious

I often say the obvious/ and people say/ "Duh" or "Mundane..."/ but I say the obvious for a reason/ and that is/ that a lot of people/ miss the obvious/ and they say things that are complicated and difficult, instead of simple/ but the simple and obvious things are the closest things to the truth/ I think/ and if I were asked the question, "Who are you?"/ I probably would say, "Me"/ even though I could write a thousand books on the subject/ the books all would boil down to the word, "Me"/ so case dismissed/ not guilty

Restart In Art

I have been doing art/ since I was about four/ and awhile ago/ I decided to try/ a return to the styles/ that I used/ as a kid/ so this writing style/ was the way I wrote/ back when I/ was about fourteen/ before things/ got piled higher and deeper/ and I painted some paintings like I did/ when I was about sixteen/ and I painted some others/ like I did/ when I was in kindergarten/ and I wrote music/ like I did/ in high school/ so now/ I am thinking of trying/ to make an art video/ like the one I made/ about forty five years ago

Psychiatric Drugs And Poetry

I have been taking psychiatric drugs since I was seventeen. For the last thirty years, I have been on a drug called Haldol. In 1995, I briefly switched doctors, because they wanted to try me on the more recent drug called Risperdal. I immediately had a breakdown and wound up in the hospital.
While there, I wrote a book called The Sink Of Main. It was written on Risperdal mind.
For a few years before that, I had been writing poetry on Haldol mind.
After I got out of the hospital, I went back to Haldol and wrote many books for many years on Haldol mind.
Here are three examples of my poetry from that time.

The Heart Of Lake Orion     (from I Met A Warrior In A Children's Park, my second book)

I am sitting on a stone
by a lake with a waterfall.

The lake is encircled with rocks.
The waterfall is humming.

I have a thought
that this is the heart

of Lake Orion. A sign
is by the road, south

of the town which says,
where Life Is A Vacation.


That poem was written on Haldol mind, in 1994


The next poem was written on Risperdal mind, while in the hospital in 1995

What Is Taste?

Taste is in
your mouth.

There is no
honey in my
you ad.

Because it
actually is

A you ad
bag to drink.

Your music
is good because

it strikes
me funny.


This last poem was written on Haldol mind, in 2009

What I Did Before This

Waking up at midnight
I drink morning coffee
and proceed to practice
sets of exercises
one after another
for no reason
except health
and wisdom.


I am not writing this to condemn the use of psychiatric drugs, but only to show that we have no real fixed self. One strange chemical in our body is enough to cause a change as drastic as this one. I am still taking Haldol, but a small dose.