Meditation on Alcoholism
Insanity climbs to the top of spine,
It's always some kind of beast or another.
Ground meat for a back,
Bones sucked dry.
Sick, hindered by the very weight of thought,
Crashing harder than meteors.
Imprints of destruction in skin,
The archaeological artifacts of a life
With out control.
Never quite able to understand the divine
Spark within; Never able to accept
That helping hand. Invisible yet all embracing
Which comes from the eternal fount
That bleeds love.
Never quite able to grasp the mythic hope,
That once saved my soul.
Perhaps this time I'll learn the lesson;
Before i'm beneath the ground so cold.
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In the times of struggle/\a new smoke break poem___
Waking up and going to sleep

Living a life constantly on the ropes
Blocking nor feet shuffling. Brings
recourse
Sitting out side
The frozen world crawls upon me
I am shivering beneath it
Beneath the weight of all of it
Smoking one of my rare these days
Cigarettes
thinking of how such
A life was once sought by my younger
Version
now ragged and embroiled with
Dis ease and despair
I exhale what smokey life remains
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For Michael McClure __
Transformation of language
A mystical ecology
Holy mumbling
Of existence

Be meat stars
Eternal vibrations
Of sound
Be you
Me
Us
The full bodies of intelligence
Swimming same pool
Be the eternal
Sigh
Of birth
Guttural echoes
Of concentrated
Protoplasm
Our ever morphing
Consciousness
Moving through
Time simultaneous
Explosions of
Immortality
Lasting both a second, for all time
The bicycle of
Dream
Hear my mammalian swoon of silent
Augury
Sigh
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