scales

pentatonic scales
sliding around
reaching, searching,
finding the key
bending low gauge strings
looking for hidden half notes
hammering on
hammering off


deep in tired monk method

80% of the notes ring true
100% played passionately

hearts

a sad cycle repeated
a generational blood washed theme
from babies
to lingering grandfathers

more scalpels, tubes, purple scars
oh these sputtering hearts.

monk's tools

chip off the lingering rust
grind it
down
to a sharp sheen

refit the new sanded handle
in good n'tight

can't fix anything
with broken tools

tonsured poems

the last remnant hair falls

shaken loose from robed shoulders

a little more grey this time

little baby monk hands rub

laughing at the stubble feel

then a kiss 

on this funny monk head

heaven

far off
just at the limit
of tired temple dog legs
a clearing

sun beams
cut the very sky
cloud splitting heaven
chords spill


it ends
a blink of an eye moment
less than a scientific second
a few tears roll

the monk
gathers the remnant notes
a small gleaning of glory

late spring haiku

white pine wandering
quick steps n'hops
over slushy rivulets

5:57

head foggy thick
early morning
deep dream muddled

shake those lingering dreams
out and away
with a strong french roast