Thursday, September 30, 2010

Soul Cravings

beat up and busted broke
alley sleeping, some nights
old time train jumpers
they got cravings

silk suits and sports car speeders
corner office sleeping, some nights
old time club thumpers
they got cravings

they have cravings
soul cravings
community, peace, love

this is our equality

Friday, September 24, 2010

Drop D

tune that E to a D
grab your hard pick a  .96
move into hammers and pulls
ride on steady
in big train rhythm
each fret is blast a boom
long haired sweaty rock
drips over the strings
spills down the solid spruce top
oh yes
drop D is thunder

Tired Monk - Autumn

cold tonight
early glimpse of fall
in this wind

the lake sprays ice
paddle hard home
to campfire warmth

shivering on the dock
shaking in thin robes
pull up my hood

branches rise
their burden released
one leaf remains

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Forest Poems


night forest
a ritual in rain cloud black
no tripping
robe ripping
step over unseen logs
and snaring roots
each known
on this beat path way


dark trees layered in black
only birches slip into view
dog wanders deep - gone
coffee steam mingles
in morning mist
sky little brighter
a navy bruised eye black
as I step from woods

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

New Master

days pass outside
drizzle rolling off hood
kneeling in damp robes
no answer

rattle doors, pound
pull hard - chain snapping power
big thumping sandal kicks
shatter - splinter wood

new master opens the door
silences the noise
and angry beats
with a quick broom smash

tired monk looks up - smiles
robes soaked in humble mud

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Tired Monk Haiku

wind picks up
shed door blow open
tools packed within

each door is locked
rain wets my tonsure
ring front temple bell

umbrella snags on thorns
discarded on forest floor
robes soak through

small streams appear
headlights flick off puddles
robe bellows and whips

gust of wet wind
rain spatters wood and steel
hands numb on guitar strings

Monday, September 13, 2010

Battered Flat Top

flat top
is willie nelson worn
scarred just right
battered beautiful
with cracks n'dings
bent rusty strings

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Being the Abbot

evening meal is done
novices are studying

all is well, silent

the abbot wanders back
to the kitchen
sends the rest away

a meditation
over a steaming pot sink
in big rolling sleeves
perfect for drying

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Morning Maxim

1. avoid worshipping and driving - keep your hands upon the wheel

2. avoid Johnny Cash just before work - those red damp eyes will give away your
broken heart

Monday, September 6, 2010

of duties and hoods

new duties tomorrow
new keys swinging from the hip
new doors to open,
and to work behind

today the line zings
and bobbers bob
as the bass circles
it is cold,
but this robe has a hood

Thursday, September 2, 2010

New Robes

slip off these old summer clothes
these lawn mowing boots
busted up, but filled with poems
yes kick-off those ditch dirt soles

banish salt stained ball caps
crusted white with heat wave sweat
robes of tattered hems
battered and colours bled

this is a time of new robes

be proper
clean neat pressed
fresh for new duties

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Elbow Lake

somewhere in Elbow Lake
in the weedy depths
a fish has my lucky lure