Monthly Archive: December 2018

sale ending soon

are you focused on this thing:
sale ending soon!

that cocksucking, shithole gummed-up gear
karma dharma in your ear

sale ending soon
man on the moon

does your focus, hocus-pocus,
fix on just some things?

the same damned things?

sale ending soon
heal any wound

can’t seem to let go
all of your fears

gotta keep safe,
every one of your dears

sale ending soon
as you belt out this tune

then you wallow around
in results that it brings

the same damned things

sale ending soon
when will you prune

those some behaviors
not your saviors
that don’t make you swoon

sale ending soon
it’s coming on noon

give your last kowtow

and when you raise your head
lose your face but gain instead

the imprint of an emptiness
that baffles every circumstance

shoveled in a winter funk
living like a sacred monk

the voices have all left your head
in their place serene instead

a stream snakes up a rocky climb
a dream wakes up while in your mind

feeling free across the sky
unravelling goes by and by

did i ASK for a refund?

though my Amazon delivery apparently failed,
i woulda thunk that its drivers would have prevailed
getting me all six of the items my order entailed

yet when i examine the tracks of the delivery trails
digging into the facts discovered and unveiled
only three out of six had arrived in my mail

and, for some still unknown reason, the others derailed
and now they’ve refunded, and it feels like betrayal

though i can always reorder, as they have availed
i’d like them to tell me why the first order failed

was the scope of my items not easily scaled?
had the drivers been working and then they just bailed?
was there some other trace, or had that ship long sailed?

yet, eventually, i just relaxed and exhaled
and ordered again the same items assailed

now i’ll leave you since i’ve kept you abreast and regaled
and recounted my conundrum’s still unresolved tale

Inner Nature

Why does outer nature grab my eyes
—the cool mist of the morning air,
goats who bleat their feeding cries—
since inner nature’s also here?

But then a single drop of rain
wets my face and frags my brain.

My inner focus tends to curl
’round beliefs concerning joy and pain—
the back and forth of ancient swirls—
forgetting that it’s all the same.

Why does my focus stay outside,
as if I’m on an endless ride?

Both in and out are quite a pair.
They tend to ever slip and slide,
but never more than I can bear.
I guess unless I die inside.