poems written on the fly

Terror Sutra (or why do we always realize too late that it’s too late?)

In art, literature, poem, poetry, seb, writing on 22 April 2007 at 6:25 am

To Richard Fariña

Monkey-Demon Monkey-Demon
where are you?
Here I am Here I am
right behind you

EL SEBBO PSYCHEDELICO

  1. Mimi woz cute dude. djn

  2. Against all night
    it goes
    neither ore
    nor ether:
    the dice
    they threw
    away – back
    home.