Patriarchy

After some years with few worthwhile exchanges
I pick up the phone to call my unknown origin

A small and half-ass attempt at resuscitating
The lifeless body of a fragile past

Little surprise, no one answers
Giving me pause and admitted slight relief since

My words are strenuously precious to me so
I don't want to waste any more of them

As further bricks and mortar on
The foundation of an already broken home

Search Party

Setting out for parts unknown with
old gray pack upon my sinking spine,
new gray hair bristling on my weathered face

I'll slice the wind with a hopeful blade,
keep a gust to cool my temperament
and laugh at barking masses hurling ill-formed insults

I'll build a ladder from bones of fallen
since the Mind's perspective is much clearer
after climbing to enlightened peaks

Please send your kiss on burning flares
high into distant skyline and always stoke
deep desire that keeps you warm inside and waiting

I found you once in hollow, wounded shells
of something lesser so I vow steadfastness
'til I hear your cherished heartbeat once again

The Path of Chao Ping

A pond
Stones poking up
From beneath the water
In geometric patterns
At the center a large boulder
Atop which sits a panda
Whose head is aflame
He raises his eyes to me
Bares his teeth and says
"Nanamagari"

Katya

I caught a snowflake as it fell
Gave it a name before it melted away forever
It lived uniquely then, if just for a moment
The envy of all the other snow

3

The universal Trinity gives you these options
Obviously...
Mind, body, or spirit
Three individual and distinct aspects
Each and everyone is filed away
Categorized on the planes of a triangle
Broken with an introduction of soul

In a Vacuum

The comfort of my nice warm bed holds
A mind and body grumbling from late night hunger

Questions about the need for unobtained treasure
Thoughts of my nightly rest with/without you

If I should die here before I see morning
These are final moments of my currently burdened experience

I'll leave them all behind to dance through the void
Cultivated in the sweetened grace of your absence

Some Guy

This guy I know
He works in a bookstore
Gets passed over for a promotion he so badly wants
This insults him
He grows frustrated and quits in anger
Walks out in disgust
With no new job or future prospects
Just the bitterness of self-sown defeat
He goes back to collect his final paycheck
Dressed to the nines in a fancy, brand new business suit
Just to show those bitches he doesn't need them
But they all know better
He can't hide the sad truth behind his wounded bravado
He's there out of necessity
That suit isn't going to pay for itself