joey k poetry

a joint 
and a beautiful woman 
are all you need
to begin 
living 
poetry. 

the birds chirp 
as billion dollar jets 
fly overhead. 
the sounds of the birds 
are far more beautiful 
than our 
steel tubes 
with wings. 

a squirrel runs 
across the fence. 
the dog decides
there’s no need 
to put on the show. 
he watches the squirrel. 
i watch the squirrel. 
the beautiful woman
watches the squirrel. 
a satellite ten miles up 
owned by a gagilionaire 
watches the squirrel 
(in high definition, 
no less than a trillion pixels). 

inside my mind there is a stream that leads to a waterfall. everything that is not hard stone has some green growing from it, trees, flowers, moss, algae. when the light hits the waterfall just right there is a spark of blues and reds. the water turns pink. it is here that i sit down, crossing my legs inside each other in the lotus position, to meditate. inside here nothing hurts, because there are no senses. my legs are not inside each other, there are no legs. there is no water, nor waterfall or grass or moss or reds or blues or light, because there are no eyes, there are no ears or mouth or nose or body. there is me. there is you. there is us. it is we. it is I. in here there is nothing, and it’s where i’m finding everything. i stripped it all away to show you, look, right there, don’t you see it? 

the dog walked to a flower
and inhaled so hard
that he sneezed 
four times 
in a row. 
nothing could be 
better
than a sneezing dog,
a joint, 
a beautiful woman. 
nothing.