Humbucker Poems
Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
your place
your place:
scary movies
first couch kiss
school skipping
out front step sitting
holding hands
listening
walk by
cross street
looking left
still your place,
but you're not there
http://magpietales.blogspot.com/
Monday, February 7, 2011
tired monk walks
walking stick
leaning on Hemlock tree
ready always ready
for forest walks
quick stream vaults
this old steady
gait keeper
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Basho's Will
to the next tired monk
i leave
everything i own:
one robe
one bowl
tired monk: winter katana
snow falls, piles,
drifts dune deep
cars buried
wheels spin
sink deep
over the white banks
big monkish snow yeti
robes flap
leggings tight wrapped
to his back
a shovel strapped
his winter katana
digs and digs down
tires grip road
red shovel waves
in rearview mirror
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
off message
i.
temple halls, rooms
all drafty chilled
snow rips
fast under door cracks
lil'novice monks gather
hot tea
kitchen fire light tales
ii.
tales of the tired monk's
fighting days
all back lots, taverns
field party fists
beer bottle bashing
novices lean forward
lost in gritty details
iii.
the abbess looks in
steaming disapproval
...off message?
iv.
the tired monk
finishes the tale
"young ones:
move from punches to poems"
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
step
step into - onto
rugged beauty
perfect pattern of wear
rough handed
craftsman task
a remnant in this
asphalt world
On Discourse
two young monks
novices
stand - split lip
throbbing hand
tired monk waits
the silence beckons
for answers
"we did nothing"
nose blood runs
free - curls - flows - over lips
knuckles swell
more silence
"we were having a discourse
with our fists"
Newer Posts
Older Posts
Home
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)