A poem by Donny Lee Duke
Alright let’s look at yah. Amazing tornado, it fixes the Yoga right along its seams. He reveals the Yoga. No one’s ever done this before. Wow, enlightenment. It’s not possible to ignore ‘im. He is delivery man. This upsets the applecart. Do you admire this or tear it apart? A nice, safe and comfortable high five. They’re just startled. You manifest. It’s beyond their pale. If she has it she gives it to yah, American house maker’s exchange. You know what? Put the dog in here. Nitish bring them all. Heat—The Inevitable Word look where he’s wired. We found him. He’s in the city. He’s around the ashram program, an independent speaker of Sri Aurobindo. Take him down. We’re sure this is not the Word. Who made frogs talk to him? I was not prepared for the length of his contribution. I can’t believe it; he’s put so much out there. My God the Word. This is what it looks like. Where do we put him? Just leave ‘im alone. A revolutionary speaker, a speaking prophet, are you kidding? That’s for us. It’s instant thrown away. Down, down, down, up/down/up, down/up/down. Down, down, down, up/down/up, down/up/down. [Heard this strum for the guitar] I’ve write a song for you. I collaborated you see, from the bottom of my heart. From there to the world, from my touch with the world. Even indicate a Spirit itself, the whole planet. I can’t see it— an audience speaker. It’s so close. Consciousness saving devices led by Sri Aurobindo. I drew up the Alamo. Drew up by popular mechanic. I will besiege their house. I will besiege the Alamo. The divine comedy of Snob Owens received poems. You’re composed too much to be mood. Your life is mood. Don’t you know you are a shooting star? There are other universes, other universes, other universes. Across the universe across the Self. What? Every accomplishment will be made little of. Is that where I piss? They don’t understand. No one understands. You’re gettin’ a medal for bravery. I’ve been calling this for years. All you have to work on is the technique. I give you the words I give you the song Mr. Inner Ear. Talk and oneness are the same. I do believe I’ve said my piece. 61 minutes it’s on the way. All these poems the way you bring “Above National Commitments” out into the public? Hear the radio. It’s comin’. Put your hat on boys it’s comin’— right on the two yard line.