another poem

Thanks to Kellie Fiorello for the photo.  LOVE it!

01-26-10


The Way dies a thousand deaths

In the night of Kung-fu

Sex from below where the hadians dwell

And the sky collapses in right on top of you.

Sober’s got its judgements

And party’s got its crack

And the only way to fight

Is to never fight back

And never let them get a hold of you.

Loose like a sickle

Floating on the wind

Thrashing on the side

And on the other yet again

But the wise eye knows how to smile

And the wise eye knows when to laugh

Gentle as a peacock on the king’s garden path.

Cause the Way dies a thousand bloody deaths

In the violence of the night of kung-fu

But the wise man knows

What the fool knows as well:

That you don’t have to bloody die too.

Cause the Way’s gonna take good care of you.



High on THC I had a bomb in my pants,

My dick was getting harder and the bomb was going to flash.

Up in the sky lane my mind almost fell

Straight into the pit of the abyss of hell.

Then the Way came by and he was riding on a board

I didn’t have to call him sir I didn’t have to call him lord

You can call him Jesus if you really want to

I prefer Krishna but the Way’s got to do.

The Way said “dude, can I give you a lift”

I yelled “hell yeah!” and he lit up a spliff.

I was seeing things I’d never seen before:

The water on the ceiling and the wave hit the floor

And the Way rode it all the way in.

Yeah the Way rode it all the way in.

I saw him circle out again,

And said “I want to ride just like him.”

But the bomb in my pants still went off

Like a Jew on Christmas day or the day of Pentacost,

I don’t know which is worse

The heartbreaking scream let out of my lungs

Or the shake of bitches’ heads when they realize I’m just dumb,

But my mind didn’t fall into hell,

And the Way raised the rest of it as well,

Circling to the back he grabbed up all my loose slack

And he rode that fucker the whole way out of Hell,

And I hear he’s riding it out of there still.



The first thing I learned was how to hold the breath in my head

The second was to follow my cross down to the death.

The third was how to focus on my third eye blind

The father son and holy ghost of the kung-fu mind.

Cause the Way dies a thousand bloody deaths

In the stillness of the night of kung-fu

But the thing I learned is that it don’t mean a damn

Cause it don’t mean that you have got to bloody die too.



Myth can make or break a man

I’m still stumbling on the best I can

Terrified of fulfilling to the myth’s bitter end

The Way’s bloody path through the mists of dragon’s dens

Through the trees and in the forests of our lovers and our friends

Where the myths reach the boundaries of the end of all ends

And time becomes a knowledge that we cry in our sleep

As the lives that we walk suck us in too deep

And we can’t find our way home again

The myth’s the Way to suck us out the other end.

But I’d rather do my best to win.

Salvation is its own reward my friend.



I wish I was a soldier

Retired upon the shore

Drinking up my rum and talking about the war

Lord knows those guys have been through hell

And plenty of us still alive can tell

How we saw our fathers screaming in the night

Alight upon the fire of the flame of life

And the Way dies a thousand deaths my friend

And the Way will keep on dying to the bitter fucking end

Cause it’s faithful to the heaven in each of us as well

As it’s faithful to the justice of the deepest caves of hell

And the shadows on the walls are forever gonna tell

How the bomb dropped deep into the flames of the well

And made a million good souls wail.

Take the shortest Way you can out of hell

A short trip to salvation’s just as fucking good

As the longest road to heaven that’s been paved by the good

Salvation is its own reward my friend

Where the myths keep getting bigger

But the truth is still the end

And the world was on the brink of the last bitter end

When the Way came in covertly on a mission he was sent

To the dragon hearted woman and the coward that she did

In the ass and in the face and in the dick and in back rooms of crack dens

A good man falls mighty hard

But the Way doesn’t fail

And the Way doesn’t fall

Cause the Way rides it all the way in.