Something
doesn’t work, leaky
valve, got bent,
blown fuse,
left out in the
rain
over-the-counter
pain killers not
much good for
anything
Hauling water on
a shoeless morning in November
takes care of
the spiritual calisthenics for the day
No one picked up
on the reference to green
nettle tea
(Milarepa) so it’ll just have to be
our little
secret
We’ll plead the
fifth,
as Eddie says,
“sometimes
science isn’t
good with words”
I had to
double-back to make sure it scanned
if only because
it was the birthday of John Keats
he would have
been 218 years old & most
probably wouldn’t
even be able to lift a pen
let alone a
flask of laudanum anymore
Keats was born
on Halloween
as were two of
my 3 sisters
Today is
November 2, All Souls Day,
or El Dia de Los
Muertos
which along with
All Hallows Day &
All Saints Day,
as any good Catholic knows,
forms the
triduum of Hallowmas
At this time the
peek-a-boo veil between the
material world
& the spiritual world thins to an
almost
transparent layer which is why you may want
to disguise
yourself so as not to be recognized
by the dead
Tomorrow the
time changes
from Pacific
Daylight Time to
Pacific Standard
Time
“If it ain’t
broke don’t fix it”
Milarepa may
have said that
& if not he
should have
We speak a
similar language
but no two
people ever speak the
same language
Some things are
better for being lost
in translation,
bent, or broken
maybe that’s just
the way it’s
supposed to be
