A Few Poems

“Badge Beating”

Let it slow drip 

From your crown to your brow

Anointed

With the peace of laying down

Your Fences

Where you laugh and jeer the clown

Relentless

Who were you before right now?

Huff a breakdown.

In the peeling dim-lit hall

Feel the callus

Don't unearth abandoned walls

You’ll end, up

A lone drunkard in a crawl

See the light now

It's a man in free fall

Alabaster

Let it fall unto the ground

Hear the shatter

It’s a liberating sound

See your brother

Treading water in the sound

Take a dive now

Don’t be afraid to drown

Get outside you

See ghosts and junkies on a quest 

Where’s your daddy

Hold the cold bottle, not a breast

Is it freedom

If you never get to rest

A mobile prison

There are worse fates than death

“Pearls of Dao”

Unceremoniously, she left the room.

Blanket of quiet

In the rose gold thoughts 

A tiptoed suspicion that

I’m not hungry for bread

With thirst for new wine

And the old ceremony

Yes, you can bake in solitude,

But, for a meal: two or more gather

In truth,

She’s tethered to a beast 

Trying to train itself to no avail

Lost, looking for the pearls of Dao 

That silently roll in her pocket

Like Baoding balls of rest and work

I am. But, a voyeur of happenstance creation

Peering from another room.

No pretense, no past tense. No I.

Eyes closed in the den:

She made peace with her thoughts

As she slowly swept them away

With a short flick of the wrist: 

The cluttered rooms behind her eyes

Breezed out the open windows.

There, basking in the marigold late afternoon light

I saw her tilt back her chin

And bathe in the freedom of nothingness

Of humility, for a moment.

I longed for that moment.

How could she take form with such grace?