Day 209: A Poem About America, and a few random goodies
“The true test of honoring Buddha or God is the love one extends to fellow humans.”
Another poem today. Blame it on the fullness of the moon.
My Fellow Humans
My fellow humans, what is love, really?
what does it mean to be “in love” or to love one another
my fellow humans, I don’t want to love you, I just want to spread my shit everywhere
my fellow humans, I’m getting older by the minute
The Buddha passed by me the other day, he
rubbed my belly for good luck
My fellow humans, I wonder what it means to really love
My fellow humans, I think that love happens even when you don’t really feel like it
I wonder often, in between cigarettes and chocolates, why it is that animals love better than we
my daughter loves better than me
think it’s the humanness
think I just
let the complications of life and subway trains and dirty streets and opposite side of the street parking
get to me
it gets to me, the crowded streets, the slow walking tourists, the dirty hot dogs and fake mickey mouses….
I get teary eyed when I see crowded department stores and unemployment offices
lines wrapped around the corner to the
My fellow humans I’m borrowing inspiration from mister Ginsberg today, I
don’t think he’ll mind, do you?
My fellow humans, my fellow
if only we could focus on our humanness in each other
instead of how much more you have than me, or
where you live, or what you do
that is better
somehow than my gravesend apartment, with mandarin neighbors and the occasional nutjob and the
man who lives next door that argues with himself and
russian club music blaring on sunday afternoons, it
must be time for passover, judging by the lack of parking spots
don’t know, maybe I’m just an alien
since I don’t so much care for the competitive nature that
I don’t want to stick out, I want to blend in
I don’t want to care, I want to walk away and just
focus on me, and just focus on me,
not life, but a daydream
I cling to the daydreams, I do
keep me alive somehow
and the thing is
we seek it
we look for it
my fellow humans we
live lifetimes seeking something
that we create within us.
am I alone, or am I the only one that doesn’t expect anything from you?
I don’t really
want you to
live up to expectations, as if you are applying for a job, or something silly
just listen to me
just be my friend
just be there for me
My fellow humans, I think we don’t always love we
go thru obsessions like
little points of madness that eventually die out when we find our sanity
somewhere in the gutter, forlorned and neglected
My fellow humans, why don’t we just
at others and just
and just go beyond
Here’s the fun crafty things I did today:
That second one is a tote bag made from an old curtain that I saved. It’s vintage, of course. Fun, right?
I’m prepping for the Brooklyn Indie Market tomorow, and I hope to see you New Yorkers there. Bring me iced coffee and donuts, please. And some chips because you know, I can’t have something sweet without something salty.