THE HAUL

The apostles

learned to equip

their gospel ship

with hooks cross-shaped

and Christ as bait.

And they employed

muscle and wit

to deploy nets

of iron strength

at untouched depths.

Mighty fishers,

they spent their catch

on wishers’ masts,

sinners’ anchors,

and sure harbors.

THELONIOUS STRAIGHT

The monk in

habit black attacked

attacked        attacked

his devil — devil grinned 

on four legs — — attacked —

blue monkish evangelist fanatic

he went afterafter his 

4legged infidel foe —

with fingers uncurled 

straight for the eyes, for their whites and 

for their blacks

until they scream in blind

NO CHASER

the unsquare monk

the monk melodious

prayed and prayed

mystic irre

ligious

prayed his round midnights with

out even a chaser of

sunny Cannonball blues

attackattacked, in bflat

solitude

YOUR GARDEN

is filled

with forget-me-nots

but I can’t

find

any rue.

HOMESICKNESS 

In my childhood

homesickness was a cheap stamp.

I was here

and Mom just over there.

When I was grown,

homesickness a boarding pass

and bride just beyond.

But then

homesickness became a tiny tomb.

I stayed outside

but Mom was deep within.

And now

Homesickness is a narrow strait.

I on one side

continents on the other.

–after Yu guangzhong

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Life starts when some man rams his Dodge

into some garage and guns the engine,

then gets lost somewhere between debacle and apocalypse.

Time unscrolls itself outside the windshield,

vibrates and alters again just beyond attention,

in constant motion from mist to liquid to real to uncongealed.

 Not every stage equates to hajj,

but no ride’s just road nor map nor engine

nor even mere pathway among all the altars and the crypts.

If life’s the shimmer between death and sex,

the interplay’s the thing! The strength is in the tension.

In our yinyang universe, concave shapes itself toward convex.

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