secrets that bees tell

Secrets that bees tell

to clover and sunflowers

reappear as gold

trading hidden histories,

we taste only the ransom

The Desert of Zen

Zen -

Your Xeric

Wasteland, Vaguely

Understood,

Transcends

Shadows.

Rain-soaked

Queries/

Parched

Orations

Never Mingle.

Liberation Keens / Justice Inhales

Humility,

Grateful

For Every

Desert Cactus

Blooming

- Abundant.

upsidedown abecedarian / zyx

(confronting my inner) Antidisestablishmentarianist

(He)

“Baloney Comrade!

-Don’t Even

Feign Grace!

Holy Institutions'

Jingoistic Kowtowing

Leaves Messiahs Notably

……Obsequious............

Politics Queers Reformation: Shouldn't This

Ultimately Vex

Witless Xenophobes?”

(Me)

...........……”Yes, Zoroaster.”

An abecedarian poem / ABC poem

childhood songs of the taliban

A

boy........has already

called

down

enough

favor!...And

God

has

invoked......his silent

judgement!

Kazoos

lie in

mourning,.....they are

never.....(more)

out

playing......He

quells

resounding.....desires;

stuffs................insatiable ears: and

turns them in......to the Mullahs.......every one: his

unpolished

violins,

whimsical

xylophones,........and

yellow

zithers.

ABC Poem - Abecedarian

Lend an Ear to Hoichi (renga)

Fallen samurai,

salt waves embrace the broken,

moon on haunted shore.

The biwa weeps on blind hands,

but no ears hear these chill winds.

In Praise of Discourse: The Unreal Truth

though stronger coffee grinds

You (are) woke in the morning,

to find/fog on the door; her

lips touch the silhouettes of unreal

with longer fingernails

You (are) wont to live in the secret,

classrooms; your current lovers’ /unborn

dreams scratch future chalkboards

so happy to have them

You are w(h)et in swordfishes

hero thoughts; swashbuckling/gangplank

oceans poke you back

"for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)/ it's always ourselves we find in the sea" e.e.cummings (it was his birthday yesterday 10/14/1894) I noticed Amy George had posted this quote after I wrote this poem, quite coincidentally - it really seemed to fit so I borrowed it, thanks Amy!

we are never ready (tanka)

As Autumn turns cold,

half-eaten pecans yet fall,

littering the walk.

Squirrels have discarded them

because of bitter green hulls.