(i)
samadhi poetry strikes the invisible target
labeled niche today as pearls with swine waste away.
lines of tigers-eye crystal sunsets
setting on a sleeping city
until time catches up
rising with a martini & a cross in between candles
'no middle way out the waste land...'

   (ii)
at the summit of Thiksey hill
east of Leh, in northern India
sits a monastery 
where saffron robed monks
paint mandalas with granules of crushed
colored stone
each grain
placed to lay in the baroque shaped labyrinthine

wielding a funnel shaped
chak-pur as their surgical paint brush
several Buddhist artists
spend several weeks 
dotting each microscopic
crushed & crystalized grain of pigment.   
gypsum, ocher, sandstone, charcoal
corn, pollen, bark & charnel ground
orchestrated with atomic
geometric
synchronistic order.
layering hypnotic patterns
from the center outwards
before suddenly
muddling the lines
in a chaotic dismantling of their
sistine chapel-like
temple adorning artwork.

    {multiplicities in process philosophy
rooted rhizomatic.ally on planes of immanence}

   (iii)
welcome to the slow cancellation of the future:
a realism where
mass psychosis & nostalgia fetishism
grips the new youth
who are stalked by the zombie
dressed in mass produced parasitical polyester
whispering abstract fiat verse 
as they cast a curse on Gaia
and on those
born across the tracks in the cracked red bricks

   (iv)
lost pirates ((who would be at sea in the harbor of fort knox))
stepped onto paradise's shore
growing vulturous
prospector
immigrant roots 
bringing alien seeds 
to pillage the land
feeding the flag's mechanic furnace 
exchanged for paved
parking-lot's & double-digit lane highways

the prophetic Cree Indian chief & tribe
sang & beat the drum of an axiological proverb 
an ancient river & forest song 
ringing true, now to our doom:
all that glitters is as abstract
a concept as the price of gold

   (v)
yesterday fades as the curtain call
fell over autumn

soaking in the apricity
my body slumped
from hours spent in the chambered
throes of Meraki

breathing in freshly brewed fika
under a lucent apricot winter sun

noise fades into harmonious music
as barking dogs, traffic & crackling static
constellate & i tesselate 

opening a moleskin journal
writing on recycled notebook pages:
"bucketlists & checklists miss the view
cut to frame in front of you
                      endless thumb driven scrolling
is the rope to hang you"

earthworms & beavers
are the artisans to rebuild the mud & timber
onyx tower of tomorrow
out of Babel's dust & ash
among a fossilized species
plagued by a Jehovah-complex
built on a sandy soil podium
solely for placing first
playing schizophrenic games 
with linguistics & semiotics

   (vi)
invisible shackles of the mind
bind all born into the tribe of blood,
flesh & bone

cut the chains by guillotine
to lines of reggae emancipation 

escape the realm
ruled by the matrix throne
        transcend beyond the ouroboros