In my fridge
there is a giant mushroom.
I took it home with me this morning
in a sack with other vegetables.
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Monday, July 14, 2014
This evening
Now that you've left
and I've bid you
good riddance
to sleep by yourself
and leave me to my whirling
tempestuous
sad and ridiculous
thoughts
Saturday, June 21, 2014
In my heart
You are a constant gardener,
scattering, steadfast.
When you scattered first
land needed clearing
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Sunday, January 26, 2014
De profundis
Racing frantic
must do must go must get
thoughts crowding jostling
fighting for front place
Love is missing
Friday, January 24, 2014
Dreams: four poems
The Realized Dream
Its fragments
hopefully inhabited your mind,
Unified by the name
of what it was you wanted.
Its fragments
hopefully inhabited your mind,
Unified by the name
of what it was you wanted.
The Spirit of Living and Flying
I stop denying my mild and frantic frustrations,
Admit my dashed hopes and hopeless dreams;
Then through my inner veins and outer seams
Admit my dashed hopes and hopeless dreams;
Then through my inner veins and outer seams
Speak of Love
Speak to me of love,
of that love which transcends;
Which brightens out obsessions
and bursts bubbles of desire and defeat
of that love which transcends;
Which brightens out obsessions
and bursts bubbles of desire and defeat
My spirit has a friend across the mountains
In a stupor of mild mental chaos, absorbed in an unthinking screen,
Life came through the window.
Life came through the window.
I rest my eyes on the distant bird
I rest my eyes on the distant bird
Flitting across the brightened, clear urban horizon of Heavenly sky,
Flitting across the brightened, clear urban horizon of Heavenly sky,
Zhuangzi says: let go, for there are great things coming!
That Frog of the broken well,
He thought he was so smart;
He thought that since he loved his home
As much as love could hold;
Marvelling at its murky water,
He thought he was so smart;
He thought that since he loved his home
As much as love could hold;
Marvelling at its murky water,
Leave me to sadness for a little while
There’s truth in anger,
In anguished frustration
In the noise of constricted sighs
In anguished frustration
In the noise of constricted sighs
My friend, a portal to Truth
Through the variously same accordion
and unaffectingly agreeable voices
over Habanera beats
floating in the window
of my August bedroom,
I try to remember you,
and unaffectingly agreeable voices
over Habanera beats
floating in the window
of my August bedroom,
I try to remember you,
Not faithful to her, but faithful to Truth
I’ve gotta remember to stay on my lonely road
Cause it’s even lonelier
Riding a road
Without even me
to hold onto
Meditating by the open window
Leaves from the dry plant in my window
And branches
from the tree outside
Are reflecting in the shiny white lid
Are reflecting in the shiny white lid
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