Magic Bullets

Weeding the Hillside

Written by John Trimpi.

 

I found myself on hands and knees

scratching out the small weeds

growing amongst the large plants and trees.

Before long I found I was digging the big stuff.

It was strangely right to extract

all that which I came in contact.

The Highway

Written by John Trimpi

 

Rarely do I find myself

on the highway of reality,

where the certainty of being

underlies the experience of living.

 

Where there is no echo

of inner dialogue;

no self-conscious efforts

to match who I truly am.

Sunscreen

Written by John Trimpi.

 

You’re not in Kansas any more,

where notions about how things should be

are superimposed over the actuality of now.

 

Your protective screen is patchy at best –

that which has layered you over the years -

starting with your sense of immortality

and certainty Mommy or Daddy would intervene.

Awareness

Written by John Trimpi.

That same kind of awareness –

not the breathing recognition kind –

the same kind that has no point of reference

and is around us just as it always has been around.

This is the generic awareness that betrays all things.

Affliction

Written by John Trimpi.

You are afflicted by a self-induced hysteria based on the assumption that you are affected by what goes on beyond the scope of your personal experiences.  The underlying basis for this affliction is the fear that the circumstances of your life affect you in a substantive way.  By substantive I mean going to the core of your existence as a human being on this planet.