silent winter

they came today
and shot the coyotes.

the loud popping of the guns
right outside the house
at eight o'clock
in the morning
was a shock.

I listened to them bark every night
their wild free hearts sang to mine.

Tonight, two small yelps and one in the distance
burn through me like ice
and I cannot help but weep

now there will be no song.

goodbye coyotes

8 am
popping guns

silence

they shot the coyotes

Every Only Child Sichuan province earthquake 2008

I look up at the clear blue sky
that belies
the invisible
truth of all things;
within the orb of life
is also death.

just like any other day
the streets filled with bicycles,
the air hung with fragrance
of blooming trees,
the sounds of birds

and the far off
low rumble
approaching...

it is not a sound one forgets,
the sound of fear

like thunder.

the earth's mantle
mercilessly moves
the Himalayas
ever upward into China...
shakes corruptions loose
from their foundations
brings down officials
from their thrones
cripples industry,
buildings,
machines and power
into meaningless,
useless bits of nothing
in the face of catastrophe.
in seconds
everything is decimated,
no roads in
or out.
no safety,
no salvation.

The Tao has come to pass.

The Buddha can not relieve
this suffering
as every only child's
lifeless, bruised fingers
rip the love from their 
mother's and father's hearts
taking their souls
to an enlightenment
you better pray never happens to you.

Afterlife

I once was a poet
then I was a child.
I grew in
towards something undefinable
then out, towards life
and into that as well...

all around the same time
I became reclusive and profoundly lonely
I walked in my father's shoes
with my heart permanently torn up
it was easy, I never tried a day in my life to be sad.
but the fact remains 
that I am.

I once was a poet,
first and only,

I put the water in the pot

Hallelujah
my four walls
hallelujah
the roof and doors
hallelujah

I put the water 
in the pot
I set it on the stove
hallelujah

I breathe the air
and sit on the step
with no place to go
my life seems so easy 
in the blink of a eye
but you don't really know
what I've seen
or where I been
no you don't know
what I know

hallelujah
my four walls
hallelujah
the roof and doors 
hallelujah

turn wise
the faces all around me
redeem yourselves
men of ages
bring truth
to its rest with
love
step down off the throne 
of despotism and
dig your fingers in the dirt
hallelujah


mark no pages in books
quote no gospel
prove naught
look on with and step into
compassion
bring forth courage
hallelujah


I breathe the air
and sit on the step
with no place to go
my life seems so easy 
in the blink of a eye
but you don't really know
what I've seen
or where I been
no you don't know
what I know

so, I say
Hallelujah
my four walls
hallelujah the roof   
and doors.




    

heart transplant

You say you're fine
then you look at me
like you need a new heart
and I am the surgeon. 

Turns out I was the donor.

three for one

I.

your insecurities 

are awe inspiring

but in a bad way.

II.
I feel the deep pettiness
you are burdened with
and I wish I could 
rip it off you
like an old band-aid;
it will hurt
but just for a second.

III.
your paranoia
is the wet suit you wear
to swim in the sea of bullshit
you have allowed 
to overflow into your life.

two for one

sorrow the spoon
drips honey on the floor
cherish the one who no longer
grief, holding all your feelings back
until you are afraid
sorrow the empty spoon.
     ***********

the great wall

your silence,

an impenetrable
conglomerate
of concrete resolution,
the great wall.

there you are,
the warrior,
in full uniform,
your helmet pulled down low
over your eyes,
looking down upon me.

as with all dark forces, 
your strength  is also 
your weakness.

I leave you to your wall,
turn my horse
and ride.

Love

at the bottom 

of the falls

under the pounding 

water

the rocks

wear away

until they are 

hollowed.

loss

(Just so there is no confusion, this poem is a rank out and complete mockery of anyone who thinks that they can get through life without ever facing themselves; you know who you are.)


it sounds like a thing you could lose...
you would look for it under the couch
and say "where's the loss?
I can't find it...

I know it's around here somewhere.
I just saw it a few weeks ago."

then, you might find it

it might look like - beauty
or love
or friendship
or an old sock full of lint and dust

and you would say "ah, here it is",
checking it over for any damage,
feeling a little indifferent to it
or maybe you would be 
happy,
joyful even

that you found the loss;
and you can put it away now, in its proper place.