Dreaming a Buddha dream——
crimson and saffron
occupy the soft scene
of a bodhi tree sunset.
Still quiet hurts my ears
wrapped around a mind
looking for a mind
that cannot be found.
Month: December 2016
Rush 6/7/13
A diesel pickup truck
clatter, rumbles by my quiet.
The cowboy hat hungry ghost
driver behind sunglasses
dreaming of cattle and horses
argues with Rush on the radio.
The Dark
Top hats and raining cats
spies and yogurt
between the sheets for
those who love.
Ravens and buffaloes
retreat into the jungle.
There is no love
when fear dials in.
The dark woman and
the ravens push the dark.
Hecate’s Breath (12/7/16)
Every breath Hecate took
proved a magic fog
encompassing my mind
with her shifty craft.
Two torches she carries
create no light to walk
in a synapse free brain
shrouded by Medusa.
Avoid darkness
to reside in safe light
keeping dogs and cats at bay
free of Circe’s siren song.
Desparate Lands (7.27.15)
Unknown Carrion rested in peace
alongside the road in a hot Mojave sun.
A lone vulture circled
searching for his last meal
with pedantic possibilities.
Carmen played her guitar singing a lugubrious song
of desparate lands where sage grows for Shaman’s wands.
Rain did not come.
Rivers did not flow.
A tarantula hid under her rock in cool shade.
The Blue Bus was leaving.
Carmen finished her song.
The vulture had left alone.
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