Meditatiecentrum De Kosmos
                         ramblings and doings, 
                         poetry and artes, 
                         arty-culos articulate 
                         vericose ideations 
                         grifa/coca and 
                         the sentient amorphousness 
                         of mind expansion locuras . . . 
                         prisms . . . amsterdamn-it-all 
                             so gleefully
                         September 13, 1978

       Amsterdamn-It-All

I

just read
whatever one can read
within
the pestiferousness
of poetry
when poets are all high,

they call this P-78:
cosmological one world poetry festival,
y sonrientemente miro:
p-78, i.e.,
      poeticus,
      putismé,
      panocha
      prick,
      prod
pickled punks putdown putos
           phor prissy ploys,
politishitsky pusseys phuck
           philosophical phantasms

phantasmagoric phoneyness pandemonic,
p-ers

      playedout pissers,
platonic pansies preen

presidential/peasant plutocracy,
pilsener prix/prick petting,
pungent panocha proselytizing,
polish plutonium prisons,
paranoid prong puffers,
78 pillar plucking/pukish
      punjab parisian poets
parade
promised poesies,
putrid pendejos
petrified
poniéndose panties
           politically
           phucked, poetically
           preyedupon . . .


II

le chat noir
baila
in front
of sick dog,
all peoples sing
whatever they sing
for whatever reason
that accommodates them.

swim and stroke 
your own way; 
let all sick dogs 
vomit on themselves, 
for we can only
     (sometimes) 
cure ourselves . . .

III

poeticness flows
only to find 
that one contradicts 
oneself 
only to affirm 
one's existence . . .

IV

ostadestraat hotel
aloneness eviscerates
drunken moments
while swirling
doubts play/stray,
lumpy bed and space,
no need for searching,
time and space
are not problematiques,
whatever happens
in court
upon my return
is not tantamount
to much
     other than the fact
that
change
is mostly
what it is,
otro proceso
which can be lived/survived
and laughed about.
la muerte
resolves
disquietudes ...

V

Bimhuis jazz bar
after hours sojourns,
after hearing poets,
      drinking amidst
jazz strains,
words
somehow manage to cascade
one upon another
upon being heard,
ruminations
evoke passivity,
aspirants to mediocrity
in a mediocre world,
muted laughter
strives to fart out
stultified mentes,
dementedly view
an array
of shadows dance,
beauty stalks itself
     unawaredly
while ideation
regales future ideation,
hopes lurch
from object to object,
none touching . . .