i close my eyes but the scene
doesn’t change
there is no hint of movement
no self-betrayal
as if the furniture tries to blend
in to the savannah and not be eaten
an invitation to not look
to not investigate
Tag: tired
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
unappreciated
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
