Mattress Meditation

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In the passage from  

Man’s best friend

To first or second mate

Falls what shadow or pile

Of Alpha Centurion dust

Of such stuff as we
Are made of
With knob in hand

And poem in mind

From beginning to end

Swirls the cloud

In a pattern

Of love and

Distress

Meditation in the Parking Lot (aka Dashboard Buddha)

Sitting in a parked car

The Dude and

The Zen Master

On my lap reading

A passing reference

To the Sixth Patriarch

And quite suddenly

I realized yeah

Everything

Is connected

In a Kevin Bacon

Sort of way 

Here at the intersection

Of Hollywood and Divine

That's the charm

Of American Zen

Where entertainment

And Enlightenment

Become almost

Interchangeable

With The Dude

On my lap here
In the parking lot

From Sea Hunt to

To Huineng

It's clear as far
As an eye in
A parked car 
Can see
  

Looking for Signs

You can really
Drive yourself nuts
With the business
Of looking for signs
On the streets of New York

For instance
That white blotch
On the sidewalk
Over there

Does that mean
Some giant pigeon
Has come to roost
Among us or perhaps
Something even
More auspicious

Spampoetry for Greater Mindfulness - IV

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This is the fourth poem in my Spampoetry collection. This one was occasioned by a bit of higher caliber and more mindful trending spam I received from Shambhala earlier today.

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Reads the subject heading

Trumpeting various new titles

On walking and eating

In a more mindful fashion

So happily there now

Comes along Shambhala Press

To help me jumpstart

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Way possible at least there's

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And still make AD 2013

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To

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Spampoetry - III (From Howie Mandel)

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From Howie Mandel

Or not I suppose

I’ve just received word -

Congratulations -

I’m a contestant

 But I knew that

Already didn’t I

Though I’m still

Waiting to collect

Some uncertain reward

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Memo Sent by the Poet to the Publisher

Many years ago
One business colleague
Or another of mine
Some elder statesman
Though I've long
Forgotten which one
Impressed upon me
The importance of
Bearing in mind that
Everyone reports
To somebody else

The Deacon to the Minister
Even the Board of Directors
Reports to God I suppose

Except here am I
A self-styled
Self-published
Epic poet
Beholden
To the Word only
A practitioner
Of the freest verse
Imaginable because
As I versify
I report only
Beyond myself to
The broad open skies

Spampoetry - II

This is the second poem I think might fit in my new collection, Spampoetry.   This one was inspired by a piece of spam I just received from Facebook.  

Since when did it

Become OK for

Facebook to email me

For the purpose

Of saying that some

Friend of mine

Real or imagined

Has recently commented

On their own status

I mean really

What kind of

Bullshit is that

And while you’re at it

Can you also please explain

The difference between

Stand-up and poetry

In a disposable culture

When all of us

Are busy scribbling

Nothing but

Throw away lines