Looking At Your Feet

In amazement
That your body
Terminates in a splash
of flesh at the end of your leg.


-JV

I Used To Consider Bars

Spaces for old mustachioed men to go and get sad.

I couldn't resist the sight.

Now

My skin is sagging noticeably under my chin

And my upper lip itches of bourbon.

-JV

A Facebook Post

Is the world of reality a drag?

- No it's not; you're just buying too much into the collective-least-common-denominator Reality of money, myopia, and pride.


-JV

What Did the Watch Say to the Capitalist?

 

Now is not the time to take time

Now is the time to time time.

You can make time to take time -

But there is no time to make time to take time now.

-JV

A Few Minor Notes From An Old Journal

To find yourself in love 

With the sun 

Is a solid-life choice.

--

Some folks talk so much that they pass the feelings they are referring to.    

--

Today,
I made a point of wiping my ass
With my left hand. 

For the first time
In my life...

--

--

 

Some folks talk so much that they pass.

--

The vault of the sky.

A constant reminder.

There is.

Up.

--

 

Some folks talk so much.

--



-JV

Love Advice From Different Body Parts

Let lax the fists in your chest.

Unbraid your belly.

That insufferable lack of respite!

Unfurl the furlier parts of your leg and neck, then begin.

That foot ain't gonna rub its own worries out!

Listen. You oughtta eat a sandwich daily.

Go home every time you move.

Wish for love on every eyelash.

Drink every soul that shines like that.


-JV

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