so there's this man
sitting next to me
on the bus
talking to his terrier
in French.
welcome to brussels.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Sagarmatha looms over all
her minions sprawled and giant
strained hands through bed sheets
crawling towards the ceiling
the sky
the endless
tempted
temptress
conquers her foe
we try to claim them
with names and measurements
foolish fucks
the dharma wafting
up and circling
spiritual energy karma reincarnating endlessly waiting climbing encircling
sagarmatha you rule
over them all unassuming
drawn there
died there
left there.
her minions sprawled and giant
strained hands through bed sheets
crawling towards the ceiling
the sky
the endless
tempted
temptress
conquers her foe
we try to claim them
with names and measurements
foolish fucks
the dharma wafting
up and circling
spiritual energy karma reincarnating endlessly waiting climbing encircling
sagarmatha you rule
over them all unassuming
drawn there
died there
left there.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
small engine little feet sew
the dots on your forehead swim circles
take a stop take a track
your jive; your restless child
open the door let the bees in
we need some air in here darling
i'll cradle i will sing
your intentions never met
in the night walk we walked we talked
here in this moment we stared
the breath the bare breath
and love overtook us
break the bottle with wine on the floor
we tiptoe and whisper
red with blood our hands go white
transparent we transcend
we intertwine.
the dots on your forehead swim circles
take a stop take a track
your jive; your restless child
open the door let the bees in
we need some air in here darling
i'll cradle i will sing
your intentions never met
in the night walk we walked we talked
here in this moment we stared
the breath the bare breath
and love overtook us
break the bottle with wine on the floor
we tiptoe and whisper
red with blood our hands go white
transparent we transcend
we intertwine.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Kopan Monastery
topographic rice fields
pigeon feathers
sky a milky glare
crimson and saffron
effervescent green
ripening October
pujas and mantras
ever increasing karma
every changing mind
prayer flags and mossy bricks
monks on facebook
ever loyal and protective
monastery mut
a city still being built
ancient and modern
rusted, stained, painted
wall-less interior external
sleeping feet, half lotus
the reincarnation search
a relic, a rosary, a right
the hawk is on the thermals
the library is not open
the laundry is always red
butterfly fight, cockroach creak, spider's spindle
these sentient beings thus
the mandala foretold these
white scarfs we must fold
come with good merit
woven from broken fingers &
hang nails
marigolds and mallas and
spotted pigeons and
hooting monkeys and
whooping monklets and
golden roofs and
fifty-three days.
dark brown, yellow, and green.
pigeon feathers
sky a milky glare
crimson and saffron
effervescent green
ripening October
pujas and mantras
ever increasing karma
every changing mind
prayer flags and mossy bricks
monks on facebook
ever loyal and protective
monastery mut
a city still being built
ancient and modern
rusted, stained, painted
wall-less interior external
sleeping feet, half lotus
the reincarnation search
a relic, a rosary, a right
the hawk is on the thermals
the library is not open
the laundry is always red
butterfly fight, cockroach creak, spider's spindle
these sentient beings thus
the mandala foretold these
white scarfs we must fold
come with good merit
woven from broken fingers &
hang nails
marigolds and mallas and
spotted pigeons and
hooting monkeys and
whooping monklets and
golden roofs and
fifty-three days.
dark brown, yellow, and green.
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