Zen Death Poems For Modern Times

#1

Buddhas and patriarchs
only annoy now.
Zen is in the back of the throat.
Spit it out. Gaaack! The wine pairing is here!

#2

Henry is here. Henry is my friend.
Henry played tight end for Ball state. Love you too, man!
900 foot Jesus?
Fuhgetaboutit. Who let you in here?

#3

Where the Nestucca river meets the sea,
mussels cling fast to the rocks.
I will soon walk the sharp-shinned tide pools without flip flops!
Someone call master KC. What a dick.

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2 responses to “Zen Death Poems For Modern Times

  1. cue up Gary Snyder, Hay for Horses: http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/hay-horses

    – Don

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