the tired monk swings his axe

wood truck dumped

tumble tossed over

by the garage

cinch robes - roll sleeves

axe swings

            crack

sings out by the living forest

frozen splinters fly

dog sleeps nearby

gloves harden

full frozen of axe handle sweat

young monk appears

a gift

tea

the Sacred Headphones

for this one...

gotta be Mcluhan
gotta be DJ AM
gotta be Bose
gotta be Dre

these are sacred sounds
balance
fades
strings
rilling rims
hammers, pulls
sonic
feedback thrums
bass lines
crackling
pick-ups
humbucker resonance
these are sacred sounds

The Tired Monk Pot Sink Meditation

this pot
thousand times washed
and more
                 my prayer beads


the sweet songs
of Elvis,
and Cash
                  my vespers


this ice cold
lager
                 my tea

just a temp

as time goes by
doing what it does
    healing all wounds n'such

i ponder this time trap
this rusty cage
i say i break 'em
maybe i just shake 'em

after all
in this world
i'm just a temp

i sit too: a tired monk paradigm

i sit too:
at computers, yes
better...by fires staring through brandy
or on porches, and around kitchen tables
deep in
flat top rusty string meditation

guess i'm post-zazen

Whiskey Kiss

settled down
slow
steady
over these years

ponders
all those many many girls

                distilled to one

he says "you just need one...

I just miss that whiskey kiss"

the small town monk

no robes                     down jacket
no sandals                  steel toes
no meditation stick      hockey stick
no tonsure                   toque


cold bundled
meting out wisdom
out behind the Zamboni doors

quick cigarette pulls
hockey stick stories
sketched poems
tucked workboot deep


thanx to the dox

Between Songs

the song ends

fades

you know the song that ends
the one you play again
over and over again

but

the next song starts
low rumbling amp
beautiful flowing feedback

listen or go back?

i'm stuck between songs

 

Monastery Rounds

i.

tired monk
heaves himself up
sighs      rounds to do
late night monastery check:

fire stoked
tea poured
temple dogs snore
temple cat  bored
all is well

rounds done

ii.

unhinge battered guitar case
for battered guitar
tune
capo
pick
strum

deep in post rounds meditation

Tiger Fades

as year of the tiger fades
the tired monk
reflects, restates, remolds
his sacred vows



...in this case: be the tiger

a tired monk guitar maxim

1.0

guitar ready
steady in a stand
reach for it
even in a stolen moment
pound out a few fat
swinging chords

1.1

don't fret
over precision
and execution
play
just play

Tired Monk Music

just a tired monk
finding beauty
beauty in static,
vinyl scratches
and slow tape
hiss chords

on duty

a study hall of no study
cards slide over
pencil graffiti
FU Lavergne!

texters text

loose boot boys shuffle
to the next table
drawn by pretty girls

the boys joke and laugh
young girls listen
smile

one girl asks me
why are you here?
fodder for endless meditation
for now...
it is my duty

clock hovers above
waiting to release me

garage beers

cold

not beer busting cold,

just cold

perfect for chilling

the tired monk's

garage beers