Lippy Pod (ode to Gert Nygårdshaug)
Like a shout-at at Shut-eyes the book of change Firmness gives
benefit Beyond the alchemist I Found The firm gains from his grounded grace The stubborn drains from his dramatic
drone A strangely Catholic magus Brought life back to fairy tales
Making me want to search for Valkyries in the endless deserts A dessert for broken heroes He was Born in the post-idealistic dream of Brazil Woven in the heads of expats and rebels Executed and carbonised under the white
star of army generals The butterfly catcher of the Amazon Shot in the back of the head To make room for new brilliant paper ideas Blue-morpho escapes the splatter as settlers in top-hats and umbrellas gained a new coffee Shoppe on sacred ground
They see zero, in your six-o-clock news And daily Herald, as absolute But I saw Null Plus When you are presented with nothing But behind the mask, within that nothing of a Zero You find something
I read of a man that ate
himself Then was reborn Your Zero makes the story annul It’s a hollow hull, the shell you read and mull Open your eyes to Null Plus My idol sits in a cheap
hotel room In the depths of the Guatemalan Jungle -the one that ate himself Then was reborn – Slowly, patiently, tending to tangles Pruning off piss ants and bloated pidgin buddies -those with venom resonated Under their fingernails- Pruning them off the steps of the first Aztec temple In a mediated roar My diorama of thought is loosely esoteric Stones of hearts in magma Pragmatic perma fractures Spreading out into green spirals A seeedy pod puzzle Marbled plaque gilded By rosy cheeked prophets Quasi holy ones Like Oprah, Dr.Phil , Tony Robins and in the reverberation of their yattering Sometimes
I get confused My brain – I gave to Nietzsche – one time For further inspection He snorted the arachnid membrane And sold it to an anatomist Just checking your plasticity and any possibility He said and bought a whore for the cash Writing about the delirium of syphilis Under a graveyard tree The zero in your chaos And fancy for Alpha Man Null Plus I did read about the Ugliest Man But there was also the childbridges and the
wizened Wiseman your zero makes the story annul it’s a hollow hull the
shell you read and mull Open your eyes Null Plus Tying brooks
into bubbling streams I sat down to twine rope From annual stems and puddles While watching In a meditative silence for the seeds to burst through the ground and spread into fields of life
Ohm ..
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