STAGE ONE OF THE SHI(F)T

go know, some people have an easier time of it than others when getting rid of their shit!
some even sell their shit! some will even buy other's shit! {man, that is good shit! put that in your pipe and smoke it!}
i know i have got good shit...other wise why on earth would i have saved it?

this is stage one of the shift for me! (maybe its stage 2...if i count moving my shit out of my parents home!)
i am moving out of 5 RE 411...the apt in hell's kitchen into which i moved over 30 years ago!
i took over renting it from the man who offered me his rubber vagina for an experience ( it was an experience that didnt move me...not when i knew the real thing!) before he joined the moonies!

the shit hit the fan last month when it was discovered this was not my full time residence.
when i moved into my love's ( just down the block on 10th ave) i sublet this place to friends so that they too would have a good rent (stabilized apt.)...i often joked that my rent was so good that i couldnt afford to move out of new york city!

and so i am helping to move my "roomie poo" up to washington heights today. {even though i never really lived there with him, we technically shared it.}
what i will miss most is the tiny bathtub in the kitchen between the stove and the wc...and the widow out of which i could only see sky ( not really caring if the man across the air shaft was getting his rocks off by looking in ) in which i wrote my poetry...late in the night or early in the day, depending on how one choose to see it.... my tenement pent house (aka the phallus palace)! {not that it matters here, but  maybe it will when the maya return, that in the yucatan at uxmal, there was a phallus temple! when i came upon that marker in the jungle i said "oh, this is where i would like to meet the buddha!}

when i moved my shit out of 411 it took one hired truck load and several weekends in winter by car up to the zendo dada in pa.
this is the next place where the letting go of shit needs to be...before we can actually get to Oz.

so heres to all those parties, all those good and wonderful times in the tub and up on the roof...and where i staged my funeral before i went off to mexico for the harmonic convergence...not knowing who was going to walk in! most of all i will remember that in this space, i was lifted up and taken into space by a glowing ball of light...this being just the second time i have shared this information.

just look at that giant step for mankind up to the toilet! man, it really kept me on my toes when i had to take a leak! ok ...i'm finished now with all the moving but i am waiting still for my ship to come - again!

love you got