The truth is, we don’t really want to be free from desire or to admit that clinging to the pleasures of the senses—the taste of delicious food; the sound of music, gossip, or a joke; the touch of a sexual embrace—ends unavoidably in disappointment and suffering. We don’t have to deny that pleasant feelings are pleasurable. But we must remember that like every other feeling, pleasure is impermanent.
—Bhante Gunaratana, “Desire and Craving,” Tricycle Magazine
so soon I find it—
the bottom
of the potato chip bag
*
make us more bonobo
than chimpanzee, preferring
to fuck than fight
*
all night, the same
refrain after every bit of news:
April Fools
*
sound of flamenco
guitar, I will pay you a hundred poems
to play one more hour
*
missing this:
your lips, your lips, too long gone
between each kiss
