Friday, October 16, 2020

heavy

i)

"you look like a man with a heavy heart"

heavy soul really

Van Zandt heavy
Kerouac heavy
renegade country music heavy
can't lift my hood heavy
parking lot sad heavy
tears could spill heavy
considering meds heavy
minor chord heavy
tired monk heavy

ii)

follow up piece...poem...

Why are you tired? Why are you the tired monk?

tired of facades
tired of deconstruction
tired of shaving my monk tonsured head
tired of girding up for fights
tired of lies
tired of platitudes - pinned up on posters
tired of hollow virtue signals
tired of meetings, emails, emails about meetings
tired of these tattered robes
tired of being the only monk
tired of this heavy load
tired monk tired

iii)

an anecdote

Student enters the vice-principal's office.  

He knocks on the door - three quick knocks.  

Delivers his line: "Hey I'm tired of this fucking bullshit. (pause) I'm outta here."

Student runs off down the hall.  

The VP pursues...a futile act.

The Student exits via the main doors, and hops on a downtown bus.




Monday, September 28, 2020

standing off

standing off alone
waiting? ...maybe watching
long deep Marlboro pulls
rolled up western cut Wrangler shirt
beat up cap pulled down tight
worn in (almost worn out) boots

standing off alone
waiting? ...maybe watching 
long deep breaths - slow and quiet
tattered edged flowing robe
hood pulled down low
worn in (almost worn out) sandals


Wednesday, September 9, 2020

long form

keep yer tweets
your little thoughts...
unless it is a blessing 
building me up 

I'll take that - sure I will
otherwise...
let's sit
dig in deep
connect 
construct 
savour this long form
free form discussion

aside:  the tired monk leaves the scene
           returns with a bottle  - two glasses
           proceeds to proffer a heavy pour
           the campfire simmers 

Thursday, September 3, 2020

Flamenco - the Poem

 




No
...well most days
my super capacity to love can waver
sputter
start slow

it'll bounce back
maybe by Wednesday  - please check back then
you may even get a smile
tucked in under this black cloth mask

it take hits you know
unknowns, catastrophizing, tinges
of existential parking lot angst,
lingering sadness

anyways - you know 
i talk too much
i love you



Tuesday, September 1, 2020

Small Town Bringdown - the poem.




Swinging down the road
guitar, and a 12 of OV
nodding heads and smiles 
in each passing car
  they know

digging our style
long hair, plaid
Levis red tab jeans
(or the occasional Wrangler)
boots on feet 
big strides moving quick  
to the Friday night party
 
friends packed in type
just room enough to strum n'stomp
heat and cigarette smoke
flow out 
curling up and away
intertwined with chords
and laughter

Thursday, June 4, 2020

edge

pulling up tight
rusty VW bumper "riding the ass" of an F150
swerves - horns - fingers n'fury out on the roads

parking lot brawls
hauling lone golf clubs outta the back seat...to get the message across
left over heat
from a near fist fight in the granola bar aisle

cities burning
masks hanging on rearview mirrors
blue glove in the ditch

we are
on edge

Sunday, March 22, 2020

saint's prayers

just a thread
 a thin one at that
a torn shred of hope:
thinking about the saints
praying over this one

i too offer up mine
a tiny offering
one robe
one bowl
one tired monk prayer

peace