Friday, September 4, 2009

55. Infinity Begins At The Thumb

From: Brodie's Report by Jorge Luis Borges.

"I have spoken of the king and queen; I will now say something about the witch doctors. I have mentioned that there are four of them; this number is
the largest that the Yahoos' arithmetic comprehends. They count on their fingers thus: one, two, three, four, many, infinity begins at the thumb"

Infinity begins with the thumb and connects you
to the rest of infinity between one and two.

Past the thumb everything is other,
not me, not you
that which is beyond us,
everything else,
the completion/complexion of a circle, of infinite other.

The witch doctors knew.
We are surrounded by infinity
We are filled with infinity
We are infinity

Our touch circle - hard-bound.
Our smell circle - expanding and contracting.
Our vision circle - far reaching.
Our hearing circle - hits of molecules.
Our empathy circle - complexions of concerns.

The four of us and then the many.
The saint may encompass those past four
but we cannot see beyond our reach.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

54. As My Nation Grows

As my nation grows
it expands as branches do from trunk to stem,
from nation to citizen
and we as rivulets flow together to
become a great river.

What flows out of us makes our greatness.
What flows into us creates the humanity
of a new destiny.

The fragility of greatness.
The decay of greatness.
The parts that decay.
the parts that grow.

The growth of understanding you/they are us
and need our help.
Spreading compassion with our wealth,
consigning political openness, free expression,
religions galore
and walls of laws.

Concentrations of compassions,
dispensations of tolerance
with the strength of forgiveness.

Alike in our dichotomy.

And in our future, the complete American,
with a Chicano smile, Asian eyes,
African tans, Nordic hair, Roman noses.
We Americans, a product of the whole godgiven world.

Friday, May 1, 2009

53. Willie Nelson Warms

Sitting in this cold room
listening to Willie Nelson
I realize that music warms,
I don't think science knows this yet.

God bless you Mr. Nelson
for warming an old man
with 'old worn out memories' and
'themselves and their slow moving dreams'.
Transforming sound into a warm glowing inebriation.
Inebriation's of vibrations.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

52. My City

There are wonderful places in my city,
mirrors behind counters reflecting forgotten visions,
warm wood beer bars,
parks that disappear in
vertical streets, views of blues and whites,
corners that aren't, apexes of angles,
controlling colors, that only
the aware know and love.

Unknown by newspapers, televisions, radios,
tourists, concierges, incomers.
of awareness where
dabbles of happenings
created places that were cases of misunderstandings.

We aware
keep them to ourselves
attending them with private pleasure and hidden love.
Outliers happy to have our special moments there where
the verbals
are unaware that something special
is about.

We, the aware, who are strangers to each other
glance across the room and recognize our kinship.
The understanding of unique beauty placed before us.
Visual LSD.

A melding perception of us
into a clarity of you, me,
in this together.

Look, see, feel, enjoy,
be aware.
Understand the silence that surrounds you
and enjoy the confusions.
Learn to ignore the language
controlling your thoughts.

Friday, April 17, 2009

51. The Stuff Of Atoms

The stuff of atoms that came from everywhere all the time
merged into:
folded into:
joined into:
energized into:
togethered into:
turned into:
twisted into:
cahoots into:
a minded body

that looked around and became a continuing.

That is why it is so important to
eat your cereal with a smile and
keep those babies coming.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

50. Cracks

The truth is I measure cracks.
A life spent in measuring cracks
is not understood,
walls, floors, ceilings are easy
but then there are sidewalk cracks
that depend upon my mothers back.
Cracks are big in my mothers world.

Inches of space are big in my world.
To see them everywhere
requires belief
in the uncertitude of future events.

Hairlines in bones
are mercies of unknowing.

A life spent measuring cracks
means you live alone
in small rooms.
Boxes of pressure.

The street you walk on is
moving by unfelt forces
and the three ravens flying overhead
have meaning.

49. Message To Icarus On The Water

Hug is such
an ugly word for such
a simple pleasure.

As I would save you,
my hug gently placing you
on the land where you
would create futures of children.

Our flights are separate
and part of the whole.

Alone together,
Living in this forth dimension of years,
you, me,
two thousand five hundred years.
A pittance of tears between us.

A father who causes the
death of his son.

Living with the death ache.

"Save me father!"

Monday, January 5, 2009

48. Growing

Describe our mother sitting there
weave your hands in flowing hair.
Describe our father running there
push the walls of weak despair.
Describe our sister ridding there
see the infant in repair.
Describe our brother silent there
see the child stop and stare.

We grow into maturity as skirmishers
advancing through the country,
alert to the necessary hurt.
Accumulating the necessary ammunition
to face the enemy.
Accumulating options of illusions.

How to describe such bangs?
Hits of hurts
or jolts towards loving growth?