I have sex/

with nymphs/

of the air/

who come to me/

and I don't see them/

but I hear/

their little voices/

moaning/

and I like/

the enlightening nymphs/

more than the demon ones/

and I experience/

sex with them/

as a woman, usually,/

less often/

as a man/

so goes/

this good life./

The neighbor

across the street

got cancer

years ago

and had one of his arms

cut off

and he died

a few days ago

and my mother

is in the hospital

with congestive heart failure

and her heart failed, stopped,

two days ago

and the hospital people

zapped her heart

back to life,

and now she lies comfortably

in hospice care

and she will probably die

very…

I was at a temple/

where us artists/

were sitting in a circle/

discussing what Zen art was,/

and I thought/

that Zen art is/

whatever Zen practitioners/

make and call art,/

and that it is not necessarily Zenny/

like calligraphy that is sold/

at a department store,/

and that it is not necessarily Zenny/

like tofu haiku,/

and that living Zen art/

is not really recognized/

as Zen art, at…

My mother is bedridden/

and she yells for me/

now and then/

so I can't record/

my music/

in the basement/

when she is asleep/

because she might/

wake up/

and shout for me/

and I wouldn't hear her/

because I wear headphones/

so she just/

woke up/

and that makes me free/

to do my musical thing/

so I plan on it/

in a few minutes./