MISSING THE POINT
Trust in the heart
Neat girl in the cosmic whorehouse--
Our minds becoming bigger and smaller
As if they were Lynn's mustache
Which gets bigger and smaller as he talks.
Mutual love affair
Today I rose relatively early.
My thoughts are constant
Like a leak in an old castle
Plop plop plop ploo plop.
Things go on--
Suddenly a nasty thought,
The chatters of Hasprays continue like subconscious gossip.
Does mind speak?
Does mind walk?
Sometimes walk speak,
Who is instigating all this?
Maybe the uranium that makes atom bombs
Allegorical presentation of the dharma
Historical confirmation of the antidisestablishmentarian sophistication of
the seemingly sane society of the past.
Flash of fireworks--
At the same time,
Lingering thought tells me
My private secretary is really drunk.
This rock is problematic:
If it were arranged,
It could complain to the artist;
But since it is not,
No one to sue.
Expectation of the future is too much.
Glory be to somebody's cow dung--
It is too lucid to blame.
There goes everything
Down the drain.
4 July 1975
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