Smashing away lath & plaster ceilings this morning I discovered some wool I(yes wool!) insulation above the lath boards...("well, that should be good for the ol' allergies") more horrid work of the struggling poet/Grad Student...sleep deprivation and hard physical labor followed by evening Yoga! Ah my beloved friend the Yogi, dragging me to classes when I'm exhausted...good stuff, good stretch-workout-meditation...
...Rambling incoherent poet...how much of our lives are spent incoherently? Lost in confusion, fear, doubt pain? Quite a bit eh? Fear and loathing you say? Welcome to the jungle/dungeon of despair...we go to bars and cafes looking for beautiful people to torture/be tortured by...we are fiends for emotional pain...disease
...We collect diseases of the soul...diseases of the mind (I collect volumes of archaic literature in my decaying brain)...dispute points of grammar with PhD's...
Dream about reconstructing anachronistic American engines....dream of being someone else's open piped nightmare, ripping through their straight world with shotgun precision....
explosions of sound/poetry/speed...cover your ears, hold on to something plug your mind it's not safe...
...Have I said anything yet? Have you thought of anything
Blistered-response
Nirvanic-Disasters
After the flood/flames
subside receive the quiet moon
in all your mania
it's only the radio frenzy
turn it up or turn if off
but just don't
stop
Peace and madness Ya'll
Love
Andrew Sohan George
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