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my gray cat jumped just as lifted this spoon
we’re born we die
that stone Buddha deserves all the birdshit it gets
I wave my skinny arms like a tall flower in the wind
I’m in it everywhere
what a miracle trees lakes clouds even dust
hear the cruel no-answer until the blood drips down
beat your head against the wall of it
not two not one either
and the unpainted breeze in the ink painting feels cool
keep writing those deep questions sleep on
when you wake even you will be gone
I hate it I know it’s nothing but i
suck out the world’s sweet juicy plum
why is it all so beautiful this fake dream
this craziness why?
know nothing I know nothing nobody does can you face me
and know nothing know
something in us always wants to cry out
someone we love knows hears
don’t hesitate get laid that’s wisdom
sitting around chanting what crap
I’ve burnt all the holy pages I used to carry
But poems flare in my heart
The wise know nothing at all
Well maybe one song
Once when she was cooking I kneeled and put my head between
Her warm dark legs
Up her skirt kissed and licked and sucked her until she came
Ikkyū (15th Century Japanese zen monk)
