Red Robes - Red Stratocaster

monastery empty...
quiet, a long hall silence

low amp hum, click of guitar cable plug
e minor waves of rolling thunder
g c d  - power chords

red robes whirl
red strat cranked louder

rock n'roll meditation
a power hymn of sweat

the Tired Monk's mantra:
Keep on Rockin' in the Free World



the Tired Monk

... for Chris Pare

nailing it down

good days of monk full halls
coffee brewing steady hot
friday "solving problem" lunches
just nailing it down
with a mighty poem hammer



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why no poems

why no poems

just been forgetting to see them

i guess




the Tired Monk

lonely hall duty

lonely hall duty
of empty steps
lights hum above

dark

she asks...is it dark?

mist hangs thick
in sodden hemlock boughs
flickering porch light
can't reach the forest
in this overcast
post-rain bleak



the Tired Monk

winter's glass house

 

frost slips in first
next month...snow
old pond koi know
this is the time
of winter's glass house

From Bon Jovi to Bon Iver

Bon Jovi hair metal nights
cigarette blue air, whiskey mist
big blurry crowd blasting heat
slow beer buzz...fading

Bon Iver silent fireplace light
ice clinking single malt sips
cat deep in guitar case sleep
silence, then the tea kettle sings


the Tired Monk

a school window daydream

windows bathed
in post rain sun
lessons lost
in deep daydreams...

     a quick jump
     a breezeway run
     fireman pole slide
     bike unlocked
     over the hills
     home

morning head haiku

night poems fade
misty metaphors
fade into coffee steam


the Tired Monk

an old war

door slams twice
     frame     pops    sags

brother monks
partake in sibling war

Volunteers

sunflower volunteers
bend twist towards the sun
rising up over the feeder
from where they fell