tired monk kung fu

novices training:
old county kung fu

tired monk girds his robe
punches flick: rabbit, hook, n'haymakers

tired monk heads back in
time for tea and an ice pack

The Tired Monk's Early Spring

curtains flung wide
doors swung open
fresh spring air flows

winter's dust swept
out onto cobble walks
wet with shrinking snow

the abbess smiles
brings out her flowers
loved in sun beam light

robe shoulders

these old robes

heavy

shoulders weighted
in old bitter chips

cleaned this morning
by the milky mouth
of the baby monk

the tired monk thinks of spring

tea cools
too quick

temple dog
lifts her paw

winter robes
getting thin

beer burst
frothy puddle

still...the sun lights this early morning forest

a tired monk walk

"I'm pissed off"
"they stopped checking"
"blew that lead in twenty minutes"
"losers - buncha losers"

more:


smash-whacking snow
off his car
ice kicking
f-bomb flurries
disdain and spitting anger


not me

          content

                      walk the dog on by


(Collected these quotations from my neighbours...thanks neighbours.)

a divergent tired monk poem

i)

i ain't joining
that is how we say it up here
that's right:
i ain't joining
that is how we do it up here

ii)

our robes
wrapped against the world

iii)

shovels snow
pens poems

touching archetypes...
...that is how we do it up here

post game

grit fire
hard on the puck
short tough shifts

a win

post game:

helmet unsnapped
layers of sweat
bloody nose snot

you okay?

...yeah...I'm good...great game...