"Defenestration"

De-emphasize consumption!
Lest we be defamed,
Defective,
Deficient,
Defendant.
Defect, defy.
Be attendant.
Defibrillate
To effervescence.
Dispense with the immense expense
(For they purvey de facto defalcation)
Instead: defenestration, shattering glass,
Defacto defalcation;
An economic system
Out through the window
Surrounded by tinkling, ricochet glass

"Untitled (As It Will Always Be)"

A white rapid gushing sluice,
on one level and all others.
The propulsion of cosmic juice,
the ether-essence beneath the cover.
The place we push past the material,
to subtle nuances of divine energy:
it flushes out the grungy film,
and all levels mix in synergy.
It's an intense thing,
the cleansing of the filling,
the flushes and the fluttering wings,
the prana fully swelling.
It's the milk that makes your cookies float,
it's the humble genius.
The way a whole note fills a measure,
the way the Buddha agrees with Jesus.
The way that links compose a chain,
the way a moment fills eternity,
it's the spackling summer rain,
it's the view from Mount Whitney.

"Jnana Yoga, or, Tax, Wax, Wane, And Die (Laughing)"

Life is taxing, waxing, waning, a chore.
Keep on, laughing till your abs are sore.
Everything's just a mental projection, a confusion.
Take it for what it's worth; it's all an illusion.
Our memories are just sticky notes for the brain,
Our futures only couplers extending sticky-note chains.
The present is but a moment already past,
Time's not reliable or a paradigm that'll last.
Life is taxing, waxing, waning, a chore,
And at the moment its meaninglessness is a bore.
Mental constructs are merely convenience
Commonsense is inconsequence, hence let's dispense
With the nonsense, the pretense, and the confidence
That anyone knows a damn thing about anything
All these crystalline & adamantine
Systems and structures, edifications and forms,
Constellations of thought that get accepted as norms
Are empty, vacuous, vacant and void
There may be a truth but it's the solid colloid
That can't be seen through our gaseous solutions
As if they were ever solutions, more like dilutions
Of the truth let's admit it: we don't know shit.
If we admitted it, there could be no conflict,
Cos if we don't know anything, and everything's in doubt,
Then there really isn't anything to argue about.
Because if all views are void
There's no need to take a stand
When all our ideas come from a Lewis Carroll Wonderland.
So let's not argue, still let me leave with a word,
Even though it's totally bullshit, inane and absurd:
Though life taxes, waxes, wanes, is a chore,
Strive on, laughing till your abs are sore.

“That Crazy Party in That Other Dimension”

It was proven
Early in the 21st century
That anything that can
Or could have happened
Does.
That time you crossed the street,
And didn’t get hit by a car?
Well, you actually did,
In another dimension.
Of course it wasn’t enough for mankind
To simply know that,
We had to pioneer there.
So we invented the pretty machines
And pretty soon
We were all traveling
To other dimensions
Looking at ourselves
Get mowed down by cars.