I drank tequila 

and had a chili cheese dog

after talking to a friend who just got out of rehab

She said it was like lockdown

For a month

Said she'd relapsed but was trying

"Lots of people do rehab a few times"

Sounded kinda awful

 

 Waltzing the nether world

Asleep at the tidal pool

Brrr

Brrr

Brrrr

Chrome brains

Spilled cerulean crustmagraphors

using Palladium emulsion

In UV light

 Try as you might

You can't stop the rain 

by the building of the ships

Nobody said that

 Being an artist

is not easy

I'm so better in my head than in reality

It's no one's fault

But I can't help it 

Bacon and eggs

Wurlitzer Blues

Raskolnikov understood I guess

 Simply disappointed 

in so many things

Fire

Water

Earth

Air

?

Life goes on

Quit being a loser

 

 Motives are questionable 

cement doesn't grow

it cracks

Water doesn't stay put 

But it will freeze in a vacuum

allegories are like Mother Goose

too many children 

and who wants to live in a giant shoe?

 

Ching / The Well

Deep Waters Penetrated and drawn to the surface:
The Superior Person refreshes the people with constant encouragement to help one another.

Encampments, settlements, walled cities, whole empires may rise and fall, yet the Well at the center endures, never drying to dust, never overflowing.
It served those before and will serve those after.
Again and again you may draw from the Well, but if the bucket breaks or the rope is too short there will be misfortune.

SITUATION ANALYSIS:

There is a Source common to us all.
Jung named it the Collective Unconscious.
Others hail it as God within.
Inside each of us are dreamlike symbols and archetypes, emotions and instincts that we share with every other human being.
When we feel a lonely separateness from others, it is not because this Well within has dried up, but because we have lost the means to reach its waters.
You need to reclaim the tools necessary to penetrate to the depths of your fellows.
Then the bonds you build will be as timeless and inexhaustible as the Well that nourishes them.

 Do shadows have friends?

They know to stay in their lane 

They gossip incessantly 

They are the Chosen Ones

Do shadows drive cars?

They work remotely

and blend in well

They have Kafka on their mind

or are awaken as insects

Shadows should shut the fuck up

 Chaos in control

walking backwards

seeing nothing so clearly

Life's a 

"Nothing"

grass and sunshine is 

you used to climb tall trees

tall trees 

above Volkswagen bugs

driven by good looking photographer grad students

your hands were sticky with pine tar

annoying

you rode outside the car

holding on 

 Marriage of inconvenience

(Such things occur)

Shadows on the wall

two small bottles of tequila and

Who knows where you are

The sun is out

People scantily clad in festivities on the street

Laughing and joyous

A sweet gal in a perceived not so great marriage

Serving drinks

Shadows follow you

Are you

Sometimes

 

 She said 

I disrespected

the I Ching

I said 

remember the time you told me 

to fly into Newark 

and you'd get me

then you wouldn't or couldn't 

(Things change I understand that)

She said take an Uber -

$75

and then cut her hand badly

On the sheet metal on a trailer

rearranging her hoarder hoards

In her driveway

The Superior Person

Possesses great inner treasures

None here

Should I go the Mission today?

 

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Ullgh

Ugh Peasants

Mercury

Ascending

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 I wandered Ocean Beach

everything looked like a photo

tiny figures in the distance

bending stretching running 

Kids paying in the surf 

dogs running jumping

happier than any humans ever

dog years 

gotta pack it in

Kids screaming

Me drinking a beer 

10 am Saturday 

 Sands of Clement

Bento restaurant 

With a pool table 

One lady and her mother working

"It will take about twenty minutes to get your food"

 I forced 

Two paths

Two rivers 

Bleeding yellow

Neither were least traveled

Not in New Hampshire 

A pair of leather shoes

in spring mud

after winter 

White with rust

plied between trees

Maytag 

GE 

Reynolds-Weyerhauser

I wandered and smelled pine 

and frosty stars

On nothing sat simple ladies

And dimpled terrain

No Arapasoke Iroquois Cree

Algonquin fever

My hands cold

My brain dead