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Lost Check Black haired dog With white beard Talks fist fights And dead poets Acorn, Billings, Nicoles… Marie Jacobs must be pushing 80 now. All these were featured Long ago Breaks chair Firewood Burn mother fucker burn Memory of last chair A little unstable It's cracked over heads over haikus Larwill and his wolves Tells stories a mile long This is working No memory Of Zen river Of dog shaman And his shack. Zen River Propaine coffee, motor oil Zen buddist fung shui Didn't notice OSB In the shaman shack Mouth opens Swirling current Bridge spans Narrow point Electric rocks Raven walks As seasons change Sun stays the same Dusk fire Dusk drinks And stories Naked eggs and Acorn. And trees memories Don't fall far Each forgetting over Sumac lemonade Blue green picnic tables Too much fruit Way too much fruit Old mojitos, young gin and tonic Fire side memories With creator Blazing flames Cold rush hopes Pushed so far left To rebound And become antithesis Of combating comrades. Web weaves comfort Blue Buddha At one below With a fly In it's hair Web weaves comfort Suspends above sharp rocks Spear stumps Blue Buddha Up fly flags past visitors Old stories slowly fade With sun and water On clothes line Dress zen Watch stage While rock seat below web woven comfort covers neo-nature The future is here sour green rocks float by Pictures can't capture three dimensions in focus While blue Buddha at one below web weaves flags fly past stories old visitors resting node. |
Water troll under bridge Water troll under bridge Apples glance up in passing. Green W beams Begins slow rot Rust bolts Sits upon poured Concrete castle Rock throne Animal dung Green fingers Reach across Won' t grow ontop Cut trees on Deep minerals Forged to cross Zen Looks down on energy Chi Not stopped or harnessed But circumvented Two Closet points Makes line Crosses over energy Water troll under bridge Eats up black berries Skyway under forge Metal fallen trees Concrete castle Rock throne Water troll holds court on both sides Reflecting circles whisper bubbles Temptations too strong to resist. We are all Rapid flow metaphor As I sit and play rock Feeling current as It glides by We are all naked In the eyes of god Ourselves covered In shame Ourselves covered In Identity Ourselves covered In metaphor We are all naked rapid flow wash over play rock Myself covered in water Life passing myself covered in metaphor We are all naked. We are all. We are all. Sour green rocks Sour green rocks Fly from Buddhist fort Makes ripples in Zen meditation Floats with flow Bobbing till Bubbles pull under Dance wave While stone soup Wouldn't swim Be washed over Sour green floats Marks path and Journey Makes friends with Current. Let's go Chaos forms order Winks at water troll And continues to circle Safe water Safe current Settled friends. |