Big-Butted Women

Big-Butted women
Sway to me like the earth,
Adorning cruise ships and Ozempic waiting rooms,
Vessels ― vassals of Kali Yuga zeitgeist.

Quantum Panic Envelope Love

Quantum panic envelope love
Transcending star-bound dark matter,
Presses this solidity of my body
Into the cookie-cutter no-magic life,
Reflected only by the clouds as time, as movement.

The Aloha Worlds

Aloha Garuda! I am Madam Pele'.
I love all that I am aware of and exist in love
Not in time, but I am a mirror of the Goddess
From her, all forms arise in the cosmos
All are sustained.

Aloha tourists, people of the earth.
Be excellent to each other and be good stewards of nature.
Know that if you visit Hawai'i you come to God.
For I am Her reflection, empty of all notions.
Enlightened Goddess, I bring forth divinity.

Oh mankind what a brief flash you are,
Coming into view between the light of millions of ages,
Creations distant to even the flickering eons of Hawai'i;
Back and forwards from a timeless time into the Beyond of Form,
This is where my awareness roams ... in the Aloha Worlds.

Mankind do not be serious.
For in your seriousness you course in hate and war.
In your seriousness you destroy the earth.
At times, you reduce yourself to such darkness;
And yet, each one of you is divinity dreaming.

Rest Then Impeccably

Rest then impeccably,

Crest the tired-ass thought forms.

Envelop your fiction,

Friction,

The brown-skinned illegals pick fruit

For my non-existence.

Subsistence,
Marxist resistance impossible.

Shake off the plausible,

You are a God, a bod, a Whitman boy-toy,

A sabbath goy of this poem --

Our lives are cartoon moments.

Dig me, I'm real baby,

I really want to fuck you,

Movie theater popcorn cum plots,

Red sticky seats,

White boys on dope,

Hope is shattered (Not).

Dream baby dream of Pele' and peyote,

Roll with the homies,

The commies, the faggots, the sailors,

Embrace exploitation,

Saunter with power in that sky of no time,

Forever was yesterday.

The desert crow moves across the highway,

The mountains skyward to nirvana.

Drink the wine in the dirty glass,

So much has passed,

Arisen,
Then faded away.

With Pele' on the Ground I Sit

With Pele' on the ground, i sit,
Wrapped in vine.
The sun and mist around her
Aloha.

You're Good to Rest Upon, My Dear

You're good to rest upon my dear,
To lay my wondering head on your fine curls,
Smooth and intricate, weaving a forest of secrets,
Above a soft earthly skin revealing fire and the soul's light.

You're good to rest upon,
My heart resting on your confident beat,
Optimistic of the future, almost naive of our karma,
Wandering through the narrow alleys of integrity in this age.

You're good to rest on my dear,
The years do not dust away that feeling,
The ease and confidence of my rest,
Very good in the eternal time of ancient lovers.

Walk the Sky

The walk back should be firm.

When the sky moves with the man

The ground falls into softer spaces.

It's as if the clouds are gluttonous,

Sweaty and fat, bending downwards.

We need a mindless wind,

A wet lip pressing into this afternoon,

Coaxing the thick stubborn air

Into an irrational rebirth,

Arousing the awesome power of the night