Do you know

Do you know
Do you perceive
Yourself and the air
Between you and the trees
The sky opens
And who should appear
But the sun, shining at you

Wind of power
Field of electricity
El - El - El
B-O-
No
Nonono
Wind of prana
Where's my joy?
Yes, an idea
No, a concept
Now is Nature
For now and more

Work poem

Coming down
Work is hard
But fear you not
For the dawn will come
It's easy to think of beauty
But thinking of work
is nectar of bliss

Sta-tio-na-ry Bike

Sta-tio-na-ry-bike
I don't use one
I walk
From place to place
You
Are
A stationary gerbil of the land of the exercising priests
They shrug like it's a religion
Yes
They shrug like it's their purpose
Do they see?
Whoosh
Statue
Won't you -- Um
Uh won't you
Breath of
Ah: Won't you?
I just want --
I just want --
Uh, um
AH!
The incinerator

Quiet, for stagnation
And joy
BAR-BARIAN!