Diogenes, Artaud and Me

[Mark A Becker]

Well, well, Rowens-
Some starkly vague images and fragmeants in this one. Some of my favorites are below.
Thanks,
Mark


My madness is volcanic,
roaring, hot and flowing.

Carrying their skulls in my Hoteisack,
I walk the wayfaring freeways
with Heart Dog Ananda on his
infinitely elastic leash.

On the green thread, I climb, attached to
Emily's arrow, I filched from her centaur thighs,
and leap, like the Goat from the Channel,

One more Horned Beast, I won't mention, too beautiful
for these lines.

Dark pit of endless somethings,
menagerie of colorful ideas,

The funny sign pasted to the dry,
iridescent wall saying, Everything Must Go

I know Nothing All of the Sudden. Again.

And I continue down the road with my sack,
thinking the thoughts I usually think,
my senses more aware and pleasing.
Knowing several places I'd like to go,
and face one without choosing, a lantern in the Heart.