Trying to read Plutonian Ode:
Korean restaurant
Center City
with sidewalks
humming buzzing
with the energies
of folks
going here there
to & fro
mystic Chinese alphabet;
fish tank
water tasting
just the same
as ever before
but the cool despair
of the day
guilty afternoon
with new literati
& no new job
but fret not thyself
be not afraid
of the crackling waves
of the ocean
classical music
setting the tone
of cool rapid
mysteries
Baraka ordered
Forgot Antler
Ah well, such is such
guess these
insane notes
are meaningless
too any
& all
who listen
ears to door
eavesdrop on madmen
Footsteps & reflections
breathing on edge
narcissism
nihilism
no more hope
just reaching
still striving
the stars not out
to early
endless days
with heat & light
prophecies go
unfulfilled
all my visions
perpetrated
as fraud
the songs stay
the same
the poetry goes
unchanged
and the world
keeps spinning
in spite of
my impending demise
9-17-92
Sunflower Sutra
"...It was my first sunflower."
I shall write a poem lit's! ~S~
I still get sunflower seeds
I still get sunflower seeds in my trail mix. Ginsberg ruminating on Blake. Good stuff.