Saturday, March 26, 2011

Vagabond Koans (6)


Embajada
in the dark I rise then stumble
          in the coolness I need coffee
dogs snoring brings on the morning
          at last I can douse the light

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searching for the source of the smell and sound of sea lions
          cleaning fish on the beach for the seagulls
staring for minutes on up through the velvet Milky Way
          blissfully alone where the desert meets the sea

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rounded cove with the longest sandy beach
          a crescent swell foams left and right 50 yards to shore
sea lions and pelicans make a living out beyond the break
          not a single house and no one else upon the rough road

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church bell rung by hand at 6
          cool among dusty whispering date palms
dented noisy work truck
          roosters crowing once again

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reduced to large head and shrunken body
          well-versed in all tavern subjects
spreading his tired message from within the bottle
          the old man Bernie holds forth from his barstool

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swirling up into a headache
          dry dirty mouth and sickened stomach
sore all over, skin reeking of some stale liquor
          once more he knows it won’t ever happen again

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cutting up the earliest morning colors into narrow strips
          she hangs them out with her laundry
they dry fading in the sun
          she opens window and pulls back the drapes

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these putas are all whores except for my mother
          they should all fuck me but my wife must be faithful
all these young schoolgirls look so good in their little uniforms

          keep your filthy eyes off of my baby daughter

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