I sit here in the back
Imagining I smoke
Feeling the night air
Curse through my mind
Lazy with a faint desire
To hold my body close
Skin
Presence
Ache with a consistency
That turns red
Beneath my nails
Crawling like breath
Upon night air
Month: November 2017
A Foreign Taste (day 2355)
Food seems to present itself in fits of ecstasy
Letting loose inhibitions
Until every dish yells please;
Tingling sensations exhude
While remaining present.
My mind consumes,
While dangling about
Like back alley musicians,
Sprouts and rice
Make their way towards desire
In an elixir of taste.
The Air Here (day 2354)
Air is warmer here
Among the banana trees
And broad leaves
It lays about you
In spots that used to stay warm.
There is no separation
Between warm and humid
There is no dry
There is just a light breeze
From a passing window
Watching traffic
With no repetition
Zip by
In varying degrees of exhaust
Hoping whatever it is that’s making
The breeze keep so friendly
Keeps doing its work.
Planted (day 2353)
I planted you on the horizon
And placed a ladder at the fence
I let each apple fall slowly
To the soft ground they went
For if I had not let this time
A sacrifice to the gods
I would not be able to achieve
What every man dare grow
Deep inside reflecting pool
Honour in deep blossom
Restaurant in Chiang Mai (day 2352)
Stepping pond
Youth and music
Dim lights
Marrow (day 2351)
I wrote a poem as depths of summer
Did I know it would collapse?
I followed the wind into sweet trees
And left my marrow to bleed.
I cried a last chance
Like winds over emptiness
I called and hung on to a word
Yet unspoken was my very reply.
Soon I had walked beyond
Escaped a southern wind
And opened my book to a lost page
Again, a cold and fleeting choice.
Waterfall (day 2350)
I spun a wheel
To look into the future
Two elephants roared
Stampede for the gates
And then I called
An opening
Two monks emerged
Heads hung low
Humming to themselves
I watched them go
I wondered then
Who could have known
For laughing loud
Waterfall
Secretely (day 2349)
Secretly I whisper to the eyes that hold but little space for me
An awareness that belongs not to my soul of desire
But to a lost alarm clock beckoning for another hour
A window catches a blinking light somewhere in the horizon
While a cat sadly roams about the hall with a limp it cannot heal
Desolation is a lingering affair amidst night before’s busy streets
Where once fireworks begged for mercy in the air like dragons nightly play
So I shall talk at odd volumes to hear my voice again
Though no memory shall recall the words that secretly danced
Amidst uneven sidewalks of a forgotten despair.
Wooden Support Beam (day 2348)
Metal base
With one big bolt
90 degrees
To a partner pole
Following up
Vertical
Square base
Cylindrical pole
At this joint
Wooden block
Square and capped
Around the pole
Tired (day 2347)
I’ve found this tired
That I’m afraid I cannot shake
My eyes feel glazed
And legs so weak
My shoulders are heavy
My breath does not penetrate
Deeply like true breathing should
Perhaps it’s from
Listlessness of life
Here out on the road
Wandering from meal to meal
No direction to be told
And I’m facing a runaway
Looking into the center of self
Exposed and pushing on.