Broken

pastor wrapping up

deep deep sermon

profound ending

whispered for dramatic effect

softly spoken:

"pray to be broken"

that's not a prayer i need

that's not a prayer we need

we need to be put back together
put us back together

Crimson Blur

leaves rolling red
from waving heights
red robin bursts up
through the cascade
a crimson blur

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

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

Forest Poems

I

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

II

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

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