BESIDES THE FEAR OF FLYING I HAVE...

my love was working hard on

a crossword puzzle last week at the zendo dada

when he asked me the name of the person who wrote

 the fear of flying

( four letters...going down )

i had it on the tip of my tongue

something like "jung" - but not

somehow just like in mind still 

i do (have) the story

i was told as a jung child about the man

who killed seven { flys } in one blow!

then go know

the next day as i was sorting through all my art fodder for collage

{ which by now, even if given 7 more lifetimes to come,

i couldnt make everything i once had  in mind

to make  

except  for whats behind my love's fly 

- oh my! }

 what then comes into my hand

if not erica jong's marriage announcement from the new york times (c 1995?)

now, whatever pocessed me to rip and save it

{ if the name rip torn wasnt already somebody's, i'd have that pun hung for mine}

other than to make another "juxtapostion by U-sage"  for playing

on flying and flys and fly paper

and zippers i do not recall

so with no reason at all, sir

and dip us-ly it all has all come into play

again and i'll call it art still

just because i have the balls to

(not giving a flying fuck if another gets it or not)!

zip a dee do dada

 {i got flys on my mind!}

love you got

THE BLUE MOON

i know

it was

( like a blue moon ago)

however out of the blue now

i am just getting around to enter this  :

i had heard before that it was

by no mistake going to be out of sight ...

it was the blue moon's time again

to be hanging out tonight

and yes, even from inside i could see sublimely

it was up there alright coming in

wide with the offering of Her divine light ...

and so just

before going to bed myself

next with the remembrance of a faerie rite

i felt i wanted to take

in a deeper look at that autumnal orb

then it was that mother called

from her room

(already snug in bed after all

of our hugs for the night) saying that she wanted now

to have a view of  "the bride dressed in white" too

Goddess love her, to honor her as i do

humbly (but not too soon) i said to wit, "mumsie

there is just so much i can do as your son ;

i cannot bring the moon from the sky in here for you!"

then i remembered delightfully

that old zen move of how to move a mind

to surrender : i went outside

with a bucket filled with water

to catch the moon's reflection

and brought it back inside for her

(in fun - as a mind-bender can be) to see

The Beauty of The Mother

that had been just a second

ago only in the sky.

lets face it, inspiration comes from one

of those "undisclosed places" -

no matter from above or below/within - 

and thats when it hit me :

" fuck the bucket, boy,

nows the time to crack open that bottle of moon shine !"

and so it was up

at the zendo dada (that)

mother and son and moon

shine shone under one roof

as one (and as a group)

making the art of reality

as we "no" it ...go POOF!

my mother

the cover girl says,

" now wipe that smile off

your face! "

love you got

STILL WORKING ON THE MISSION OF RELEASING

i have come to understand releasing

in a way is re-leasing creativity

in another dimension

nothing gets destroyed

in the illusion

of having

...

i began with the fodder

in the sun

reviewing my life's worth of workship

and saving yet from the trash

a few still "must haves " :

some photos and the A&P store opening map

from supermarket sunday celebrated with my merry heartperson

 in her 50s prom dress and elbow length sheer gloves from the salvation army...

a map from seashore state park (va. beach)

where i  hung mirrors from  the trail's trees

and landed out in a pond to nakedly ponder

mother nature and a reverend mother's reflections...

a notice of a reading to be given at the local library

(given to my mother by my uncle)

by a certain bill (no relation to john henry)

who mistakenly thought he could hammer me

in the boys room on the weekend we were painting

scenery for the high school drama club ...

an annie sprinkle finger puppet, where you can let your fingers

do the walking - or whatever...

handed out from her "public cervix announcement"

{where my love also won her hot underwear}

and

a cartoon from my first walk-in friend, david,

(who was gay before he walked out - but not after)

who invested some money for me that got me a quick return

with enough to head

off to quetzalcoatl's tree at el tule outside oaxaca in 1987

reading, "after deep meditation i have decided that there can be

no inner peace without financial security"

and thats just the tip...

love you got

TODAY ( FOR MY BIRTHDAY ) I GIVE MYSELF AWAY

the fool on the hill

(of montclair)

registering high in the 60s
and

 honored by being

one in who's who in american collages

and still now
knowing joy is being in the present

 honored by being

 one registered in the academy of fools
and

 faithfully having sung for my dinner last night
 in my own rite

"will you still love me when i am 64?"

love you got

TALK ABOUT HEAVEN

after i had this one

angel from on high

speak to me this morning

 {The Way she did }

my brains got fried

so i am now handing in my resignation to every one

hear : that i am no longer here

to be serving

any one

anything

The Truth has set me free !

only in this die

men shun

can there be

an " i "

 who loves you

we all came

here to experience the Illusion

all for the admission price of an ego.

so who am i

to say

... anything more?

never the less love

you got

A CARROT FOR YOUR THOUGHTS

i know i know

i have said

 " if nirvana is god's carrot

i am  bugs bunny "

but

since taking a nip at so many

dangling delights in alignment with whats coming 

which have been posted 

to assist with the ascension

process by releasing the old programs

i am just  fucking out of my mind!

it must be karma

since one of the "real" jobs on my resume is

that i was a carrot on broadwy

- the made up ones

are actually easier to believe!

...

st.elmer of fud

(coming through a recent channeling in the field of pleasures)

has assured me

" you can have your carrot

and eat it too!"

&

as i am

lead to believe, there are more

ways to get to god

than carrots in farmer john's long johns!

coming out of my pen is

this from another nome de plume, U-sage

(meaning "rabbit" in jappanese...

chosen by my self  because, everything has a "usage" )

:

"is that a carrot in your ear?"

"what i cant hear you, i have a carrot in my ear"

love you got

THERE IS NO BLAME

there is no blame for the state you are in

(so even if you're in west virginia, get over it)!

yes, the way the whirled has us now

sometimes falling head over heels

as we're out and about

thinking of ascension

plan after ascension

plan, remember :

we live in a loving universe

which provides every healing

under the sun

at the drop of a wishbone!

...

as my angel

assures me

"everyone should be able to touch

his /her toes."

( and just between us, i have come to appreciate  head

never over heals ...it comes as it does

to do the job at hand

and leaves one feeling so rightly rooted in the world !)

love you got

THE PRICE OF BEING SELF EMPLOYED

as far back as i can remember i

have always been for playing

with myself at home

more than for working out

with office routines

in another person's business

the down side of this is that

i have had to be every body

at my own christmas parties

besides being santa

(and i admit i have always done a good job

by never giving away 

the presence of that one

to anyone else there )

the upside i imagine

if a case of sexual  harassment comes to be reported,

 it would be no doubt stemming from abusing myself

religiously over time

in the making of art for play (and fucking the prophets)!

{the red headline above shown was saved from going into the trash -

its up for grabs now}

love you got

PUT YOURSELF IN THE HANDS OF JESUS

maybe its "BLEEBLE MANIA" time?

i am not sure, but whatever it is that the Universe is handing us now -

 it is coming from our collective amusement park - no doubt

 its not just a grab bag and go past go to collect yourself

thing anymore {or even a gag gift being presented,

 by some divine party planner} but something

 is happening out there and in hear

isnt it mr. jones?

AND YOUR MAIN SQUEEZE IS....?

whatever grabs your fancy now

may all your pleasures con -

tribute to the up-liftment

of us all

&

leave the downers

speechless forever

holding their piece

love you got

(now go know - in my cleaning out

i came up with all of the above!)