Vonnegut tried meditation
But gave up because
"Nothing happened"
The way a buffalo charges
The way a moray eel strikes its prey
Told me about Zen madness
When Westerners contemplate
Nothingness
And it only brings them
The void
He wondered if he had it
He told me once
He took a tab of acid
Wandered the streets
And saw some unsettling movie
Had a scar had formed
On the tissues of his brain
He asked
My mother brought me home
From the Vonnegut talk
Breakfast of Champions paperback
Autographed with a drawing
Of an asshole
Which was liberating
The bass player persevered
Monkish appearing
In 2 AM diners
Playing in bands
Waist-length hair
Coiled under a dark cap
Which he let down
Only when dancing
Beats paced
With strobe flashes
His movements seen
Like the landscape
In a lightning storm
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