Oh Lotto Ticket!
You make phone sex obsolete, your tongue
moves over the gutters of my body like a street cleaning truck.
Your love is like a red, red
Tube of toothpaste
You are better for my mouth than Scope
You are better than bubble gum blown
during an action packed movie
You’re more exiting than Twitter
More meaningful than Google
I get lost in Best Buys
Dreaming of your stupid afterglow grin.
When I think of what your fingers do for my Friday nights
A free Lamborghini… Bores me.
I am obsessed by what we do in bed more than what I do with my…
Visa at Nordstrom’s
You are to me
What potatoes are to potato salad, big dresses were to Mama Cass
Tie-dye to hippies
Plastic surgery to Tinsel Town…
You’re hotter than a Hollywood Comet, cooler than Kevin Spacey
You’re my “Living End”
My Marilyn Monroe Sleeping Pill
Janis Joplin Hypodermic, Buddy Holly Plane Ride
Jim Morrison Parisian Bath
Your my Billy Holiday Heroin-dusted Gardenia, my Birthday Wish
You pop out of a ten foot cake to give me free orgasms an hour
Then go for one more…
Oh Fuckkitten, Loveclone, Suckpuppy on your knees in the morning
The best thing about you without doubt is that
You… are… imaginary!
Note: This poem first appeared in Rattle 17 years ago! Wow, has it been that long? The version above is updated and revised to make it more current, but the thrust of the poem is the same: Anti Consumerism & Comedy. ~ Rayn Roberts.
I’d wondered how it would be in a body
Rented from God–
Damaged goods, cargo bruised each day
I thought being a man
Being free to go wherever I want
Not bound by the chain Mr. D yanks to remind me
This is his game and he’s nearly won.
I recall being a boy
Ready to invent a man, needy
So restless, eager to leave
And be here
In this bag of walking skin and bone, waiting
Feeling time pulled out from under me slowly
God’s clown, Death’s dog
In truth Buddha nature is everything, so then
Did Buddha nature play a part in
Bombing Nagasaki and Hiroshima and why
Are the histories of the Buddhist east
As bloody and as savage
as the war-torn Christian west?
I have no easy answers
But offer this
Buddha Nature-Nuclear bomb
Nirvana a bomb
To the illusion of self
That’s what nirvana is
No suicide, but still
A gun to the head of self.
Nature says do, survive, assert, intend
Buddha sees the third eye explode
A mushroom cloud in your head–
Buddha sits in every whole and broken atom.
The Quantum Buddha
Poem appeared first in
“Of One and Many Worlds”
Poetic Matrix Press
A Girl Makes Origami
I sit before the blank page
Of the soul
Waiting to fill it each day
I fold minutes into hours
I fold dreams into cranes
I dare say
And let them fly away…
Bride in Japan
I am the lone lion of my home
Not lonely, but self-contained.
Everything here is for me alone
Scratching post, furniture, food
Supplied by one I keep away
Until I want the warmth of a lap.
Leaping up, I settle fur and stay
As she reads on couch or chair
Purr to sleep as if she were a bed
Allow the idea that I am a pet
But I own her; let no one forget
Why am held so dear by all…
I am my own self without doubt
Cat, without apology or excuse
The universe is here just for my use.
I Create Heaven
For a little chickadee
A blissful pile
Of premium wild seed
And though it
Never heard it
From a book
Of holy words
I am the God
Of small brown birds.
Truth Is a Rock in Jerusalem
a bullet shot
at Muslim men
Jewish men rocking at the Wailing Wall
driven into working men–
Israel is a den of thieves
Radical Jewish Terrorists
Pushing into Al-Haram Al-Sharif
Taking Arab land
Calling it settlement when the truth
Is anything but settled–
We know the Dome of the Rock
The Temple Mount are holy
But are they
When bullets fly within?
Separate when mixed
And a rock is just a stone until we make it holy:
Housed in a mosque, hurled in a riot, one meant to kill, the other to inspire.
Palestinians gather stones that were stored in the Al Aqsa mosque beforehand, as they clean up after clashes with Israeli police on the compound known to Muslims as Noble Sanctuary and to Jews as Temple Mount in Jerusalem’s Old City September 13, 2015. REUTERS/Ammar Awad
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Holy City Timeline on Temple Mount/Al Haram Al Sharif
Where do the children play? How will they feel when they are men?
May there be Peace in Jerusalem and the Middle East