Sunday, November 29, 2009

Xeriscape Your Zendo! (another abecedarian)






Although

believers

can delay

epiphanies

for gold,

heaven incurs

jealousy.


Kings, like men,

need only

platitudes;


Quaestors

require

sterile truth.


Unwelcome vain

waterings!

Xeriscape

your zendo.







Wednesday, November 25, 2009

pale rivers burning





pale


you seek

rivers

to quell the

burning

moon





a morning meditation inspired by early chinese poetry.

Monday, November 23, 2009

only broken in layers




the absurdity of birds, planes

trees, buildings, flying/ standing


broken


hips pants mind face

wood feathers brick steel


only


gravity / conceit of language

whips animal driven wheels


in layers











Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Winter's Clock





I fear winter's clock;

hands clench, work slows, seconds freeze,

the spring in recoil.



your fields, covered in snow, or

unbowed white chrysanthemum.




Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Until Compassion ~ inspired by Lily Yeh, Rwanda Healing Project






Until every new breath is taken

from the mouths of the dead,

bones of the slaughtered

are stacked like bricks for your shelters;

Until the blood of the children,

has watered the gardens,

flowers grass trees grow

on mounds of the murdered;

Until you have eaten

the mud and the straw,

washed clean your body

in the purple rivers;

Until clothes are cut

from flags of your enemies,

heads are covered

with their holy books;

Until history is carved

on your backs with machetes;

Until people paint dreams

on your fences and buildings,

tile shrines with their ghosts;

Until compassion pours down,

pools at your feet,

seeps into your socks

fills up your boots, covers

your knees, unsteadies your hips,

Until you can’t wade, can’t walk,

can’t swim, can’t go back to the sea,

Until an empty lot is endless resource,

your darkest devastation is transformation;

Until your weakness is equalized

by the hands of need;

Until compassion







Friday, November 6, 2009

secrets that bees tell





Secrets that bees tell

to clover and sunflowers

reappear as gold


trading hidden histories,

we taste only the ransom







Tuesday, November 3, 2009

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

Monday, November 2, 2009

(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


Sunday, November 1, 2009

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