So I was in town
sitting on a black metal bench
which encircled a tree
and I was
drinking a cup
of coffee,
when I spied
two beautiful young
sexy model-type girls
wearing tight dresses
and high heels
walking toward me,
so I thought, "Yow!"
and when they got close
to where I was sitting,
I noticed why they looked
like model-type girls
and it was because
they were models
out on a photoshoot,
so a man
with an amazing camera
had them pose
alongside of a wall
right near me
and I watched
as sexy beautiful
commercial art
was being made.
I have been wanting
to buy a native american flute
because I have been hearing
what sounds like
native american's voices
in my head,
so I drove
to a little town
around here
and listened to
my head,
and some voice
was telling me
about the impending doom
for the american white man,
for what he has done
to the native americans,
the african americans,
the hispanics, the japanese
and so on,
and when I got
to the shop,
I asked about
flutes
and found
the perfect one,
so that I could play it
so that nobody gets hurt,
since I also
am an american white man,
so when I got home
I played
and the voice kept talking,
so I thought,
"You know... I smell a delusion.
Maybe this voice
is some drunk neighbor...
or maybe I'm thinking
to myself... or maybe
I'm daydreaming"
so I felt much better.
I've gotten bad advice
from everywhere
for my whole life,
because the world
sells the idea
that if you want
to find
the good feeling
you've got to go
to somebody
out there
who can tell you
how to get the good feeling,
so I went
to music school
and to religion
and to exercise gurus
and you wouldn't belive
how many people
I have listened to
for their answer
and advice,
and I found out
that everybody
is and was wrong
because the only person
who knows what is right
for me
is me.
I found out
that I was circumsized
when I was forty,
so that knowledge
took a long time
like the way
that the child
who I was
went indoors
to the mind field
and talked
to himself
that was not
like he was
in the world
that people think
like buttons
being pushed
by Zen guys
who he sat by
in the industrial job
that girls sweat at
in their pants
like us men are
after dinner.
So I was sitting
on the couch
figuring out
the mysteries
of the universe,
and I smoked
a last cigarette
which didn't kill me
and went upstairs
to roll some more
and bowed to Kuan Yin.
So I decided
that maybe
the mysteries
of the universe
were a bit much
to stay with
and so
I took a pill
quite awhile ago
and walked down
the stairs
but later
I came up here
and turned on
the computer.
