Dogs 2012

THE 10,000 THINGS
(8/30/12)


years
ago
I believed
that our
chaotic karma
was entirely
of our own
making

I now
how my
doubts

regardless
of my
mental state
turmoil
and mayhem
churn about me
much as a hurricane
that cannot be
convinced
to change
course

I am
mostly
centered

I have
a psychic
connection
with
my maker

I accept
my fate
no matter
the time
or circumstance

but
Holy
Hell

one more
headache

one more
emergency

one more
unhappy being
staring straight
into my soul

and
I may
just
lose it

at times
I long
for addiction
to return
and deliver
me

if
the storm
must circle
let it revolve
about
a calm eye
of catatonia

oblivious
to the maelstrom
I at least
had moments
of sanctuary

now
even in
the quiet times
my bodily barometer
accurately notes
the rises
and falls
of all
lifely
pressures

my weather
map
alerts me
to coming
catastrophes
and my National
Guard
is ever
at the ready
to confront
and clean up
the menacing
messes
to be amassed

I have
forgotten
how
to let go

let be

I need
to feel
the cold
clear touch
of the cosmos
return
to my consciousness

I need
to watch
these inessential
planets
fade
from my
reality

levitating
upon a light beam
I will leave
these matters
along
with all matter
behind
me

speeding
across
the universe
I will once
again
become
God