spin (20160907)

feeling emptied out
and useless
as in the definition
to be of no use
without merit

someone spin the
prayer wheel
i don’t know which
sutra is printed
on it
but hopefully
it helps

sandalwood and amber resin
enough to make you sleepy
enough to make your heart
roll like a baseball
in your empty rib cage

om shanti shanti shanti
(here kitty kitty kitty)

Poem 20151018

these shoes hurt my feet
though there was little walking

still it seems too much distance
had been covered in too little time

not to say that things were rushed
or that the scenery went by


but the ache is there
starting in the arches and

aching in the ball joints
all the way across the bottom

and they throb when i take a moment
to sit and reflect

and my soul throbs too
not a heartbeat so much

as the ticking of a clock
and you can’t lay blame on the shoes