Barry Spacks Weed in the Bamboo Patch crossing State Street I pass an infant smiling, in a stroller, his thrust-out finger pointing the other way *the bear: he eats twelve salmon: sleeps all winter: doesn't need a back-pack *my hero: Woody Allen, who'll doodle even death away much less Shakespeare's wind & rain with a wiseass klezmer solo *the dregs of the cup: vacancy within; and then: walking a friend's little Apso dog: how he sniffs, how he pees! *Buddha rose and said "unhappiness happens"... all we want is happiness and unhappiness happens *no room for spacious being in one still in love with the corset of his name *once in a bamboo tube a snake can't back up, change its mind... tie your nose-rope, says the lama, to your topknot, and GO! *how you enhance my teacher-training, shameless weed in the bamboo patch aspiring, of course, to become a tree |