Saturday, January 17, 2015

Name-Drop Pasta Sauce or The Enneagram or Wiki-Poem



The enneagram he showed me – my friend:
A five with a four wing who
Dug my four – three.

Most recent and thorough cosmic lens &
Thoroughly through New Thought Thoreau we talked.

Emmerson & the farmstead flop: the
Loose clothing and nothing too fermented for the soul, he said.

The lectures & the Christ & The Father Divine of the Divine Lorraine of
One fair mount “heaven” here & there &
The rules thereof: Rules Of seven &
Rules of three – And never again with nines.

The four in me asks what Zoroaster felt – the sea brilliantly diagramed with belt notches.

Diaphragm diagram, after all: air, flair, John Mayer's pale taylor's hair – Etymological tour tragic epistemological tarot bone marrow scarrow crow.
[Turn up. Then turn down for room service]

Witman, Rumi sufi groovy.
Ginsberg Kerouac Stalin statements &
Dostoyevsky danger of
Solipsistic mystic business without pleasure, presence or presents for the kids.

Original sin-binge-drinking Abraham Lincoln-

Rumi's tummy & reed-flute juke-box asceticism-

Judea Judy Bloom Zoroastic bombastic-
Backpack trek – The Pacific Crest Trail.

John Muir's Han Shan Snyder pretzel dental desolation as
Catholic Angels, in their Nikes, are marking off jizz and gin in the sin bin hand book as
Marcus Aurelius is leaning on a three with a tendency to two himself a goodnight moon.
Stop.
Four (Three) Me and Five-(Four)-Friend agree that
Simic's gimmick lyrics and anti-fascist fashions ring in
Third-wave Fourth Way New Thought Shock Rock and can fathom
Involuted Druid cupid, establishing traditional yogic autocratic bureaucracy hypocrisy.


-JV