those squared corners

the corners are full
combatants surge
a flow of fists
and wicked words

the tired monk waits
let them lace gloves, lock up
or keep 'em in their corners?

the tired monk's pond

i)

fish freed from
glassy winter home
feasting full
on mosquito larvae

thank-you

ii)

sitting too long by the pond
cold coffee remnants thrown
temple dogs have a taste

ringside or the tired monk: from parts unknown

novices up close
leaning, reaching
slapping babyface backs

crowd heaves, jumps cheers
then sinks deep
in beer can jeers

quick rib poke: "what's a monk doing here?"
"whatcha bringing kids here for?"

whisky bottle clings
down the dirty seat rows

the tired monk
shrugs off his robes
slides through the ropes
to his corner

book stack bliss

desk sitting
deep down inside
weighty walls
slow steady
dark cloud days


walk in dusty
tome aisles
wait out the rain
lost in book stack bliss












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tired monk on wrestling

novices rolling
circles of grassy clinches
twisting in tightening holds

robes sweat soaked torn

neighbour: in brow knit anger...
you let them wrestle?

tired monk laughs...

what are we?

what are we not?
we are fighters
body vs soul




thanks to Erin and the Dox

a gathering of broken saints

Francis and his creatures

dishonoured Christopher

blessed Patrick

the tired Monk

and crazy St. Jack

sit, chat, laugh

as little Teresa's flowers

fall

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tired monk chains

i)

entropy chains swing

ice metal cold

under grey skies

ii)

metal on metal
a steady clink
no clear cling
of temple bells

iii)

paths, gates, trees all locked
chained ghost tight
novices climb
tear robes
flee

iv)

novices caught
prying locks
the tired monk joins
rending links

some locks must be broken

fifty years

i)

faux art deco blue bricks


pushing asphalt down
fifty years of heavy cracking

ii)

up front  - prim grass trimmed
halls fresh in hospital white
out back  - rusty cages, burning pages



...happy big 5-0 HHS

work door

this work door
this daily portal
think paint, rusty, splattered,

heavy
as any temple door