Sunday, April 17, 2016
Spiritual Advisor
Her own Holy Person told her to
forget, pray
as to what to remember of
the present.
She tried to wipe the slate
clean, then choose
what to write down there.
Carl agitated
as always
the plan, specifically the
things he said
breaking up.
But now, when she closed her eyes, he
ghosted out
and could be
any man.
Success!
The slate very nearly pure,
she mused as
to what of the present to
chalk down there.
Re-enter Carl, begging
forgiveness.
-Uh uh! You can’t play me like a piano.
-Ah the magnificent chords yet to be struck!
-People come to me for advice. They can’t
get that from a mess!
-Where better to get it?
Plan A, they’ll
work it out.
Plan
B, they won’t.
Plan C, what sayeth Ho-
ly Person?
echoing.
Labels: carnal, faith, forgiveness, guru, holy person, prophet, relationship, religion, spiritual
Saturday, October 11, 2014
(Mountaintops Taken)
Giru, Bowling Alley
-I worry ALL THE TIME!
-Nothing all the time.
-I thought, maybe God? Give it to...?
-Depends on which one.
-Was brought up Catholic.
-That's a good one for worry.
Jewish best. Various Protestant
sects a mollycoddle third.
-Leaving out Moslem.
-Those people? All they do is
kill each other!
-Sounds prejudiced, o Exalted One!
-A strong prejudice or two stamps
a character!
-Well...that does it for worry, then?
Now, there's another problem that...
-Stop! Gotta bowl.
-Do you get mostly strikes?
-Far from it. The sport defies goodness.
Three strikes and I'm outa here!
-Mixing your metaphors.
-Show your badge, Detective Language Police!
Labels: bowling, Catholic, God, guru, language, Moslem, Protestant
Monday, September 22, 2014
The Promise of Philosophy
“If life's an orange crate, you keep going back
through yesterdays to find the future there.”
Jeannie answered as she always did: “Whatever.”
Her piercings a-glimmer.
He sang I dream of Jeannie
with the light green hair.
Borne like a vapor on
the slutty air.
It sounded pretty, so they tried awakening the Guru
to hear, but he was dead.
Next day they sacrificed a virtual dog to him online.
Then, the vital doctrines reasserted: “Life goes on!”
“Whatever.”
Labels: emptiness, future, Goth, guru, orange crate, Philosophy, piercing
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
With Chant and Song
They went to resonate with the famous guru.
It rained that week and so the dozens met
him in a basketball court, filling its dustiness
with chant and song.
Came home benign, as if rolling on ball bearings.
Decided to rid themselves of most worldly goods.
One day, Macky and Mushy, tenants there, staged
a quick intervention at the dump where the couple
had been strangling each other.
Labels: Eastern Religion, follower, guru, New Age, violence
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Higher Advice
-So here we sit, twin cliches in a cloudbank.
-Well I don't like that! But I do like the language of it.
-And after the arduous journey, the harrowing climb
up this mountain, you toss me a chestnut my old aunt'd
crochet in a sampler?
-That's all there is in essence.
-And I'm to take this back and...?
-If the foo shits...
-Add lame humor to my monstrous defeat!
-Just turning words a bit. At any rate, you harbor such endlessly falling shelves of griefs and guilts and spites,
I thought that...
-Already wasted too much time. And thus, the return
to brutal existence. Until, again, I can't stand choking up
the gorge further, and embark on another journey.
To another such as you!
-May I come?
-So here we sit, twin cliches in a cloudbank.
-Well I don't like that! But I do like the language of it.
-And after the arduous journey, the harrowing climb
up this mountain, you toss me a chestnut my old aunt'd
crochet in a sampler?
-That's all there is in essence.
-And I'm to take this back and...?
-If the foo shits...
-Add lame humor to my monstrous defeat!
-Just turning words a bit. At any rate, you harbor such endlessly falling shelves of griefs and guilts and spites,
I thought that...
-Already wasted too much time. And thus, the return
to brutal existence. Until, again, I can't stand choking up
the gorge further, and embark on another journey.
To another such as you!
-May I come?
Labels: guru
