White Space Samadhi

I stare down into the blank screen
Blinding bright and filled with empty

Anything could happen now
Anything could happen

My wife flew from the earth
And coming out of the grocery store 
I was the only one
And the sky hung like a sword 

Anything could happen now
Anything could happen

I didn’t want new possibilities
I didn’t want unlimited options
I didn’t want not to know what happens

Anything could happen now
Anything could happen

Peering now into this empty page
Standing like an exclamation point

Anything could happen now
Anything could happen

Be the one who doesn’t know
Fall into that white space
Like a fool on fire



revised

It Takes an Ocean

Sometimes it takes a beach to remind me
Of how the world repeats itself:
On warm sand walking from sun to moon,
Scenery repeating like a cheap cartoon.
But the overwhelming ocean reminds me 
Of the cinderblock pool, burning with chlorine,
Where I learned to be afraid of swimming,
The kind of fear that swirls in your soul for life,
So much water to be afraid of, so many years.
I look out across dark churn to earth’s edge,
Thinking, I do not belong here, no one belongs here,
This is not our place, this endless watery place,
The beach a sort of uneasy armistice 
I am signing in the sand with my toes as I walk,
The waves creeping closer,
Warning me to hush, hush, hush.

Monsters of Legend

Bigfoot lives on skeletons and mud,
Moonwalks through the meadow. 
His heart is a fist of crawling crickets.
There is no limit to his awesome evil.
His feet aren’t the biggest you ever saw,
But they’re goddamned big enough.

Middlefoot lives on bacon and eggs,
Prefers the shortcut past the meadow.
His heart is the common array of valves,
His bark and bite just a joke someone told.
His feet are not a topic worthy of discussion,
So small and normal.
.
Littlefoot lives inside of Bigfoot,
Glides free through every meadow.
His heart is boundless and filled with love.
No violence salts his sweet dreams.
His feet are not a burden to him anymore,
Bigfoot does their walking, and that’s fine.

Charon’s Pre-Voyage Instructions

Welcome aboard. We know you’re completely out of choices
When it comes to afterlife travel, so thank you for letting us choose you,
Or, rather, thank you for making choice completely unnecessary,
Which is to say, no thanks to you at all, forever, for anything. 

Yes, we know it’s dark. It will get darker. It will get so dark
You will doubt you exist, except it will not get quite that dark,
Because we know you crave non-existence, and we are here to remind you,
Forever and as painfully as possible, that yes, you do very much exist.

Forever? No, madam, not hyperbole, although of course “forever”
Cannot be guaranteed, because forever is very far away from now,
Forever away, to be exact, that country from which no one has returned,
Which is, coincidentally, the country you are now travelling to.

Do not ask for anything. Instead, take whatever is given, 
Whatever orifice it is thrust into. You’re familiar with disregarding rules,
So ignore the commandments in the chained pocket in front of you,
Bow down, tense up, burst into flame. From now on, everybody smokes.