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A
John Cage Christmas
silverware clicking in the kitchen
pages turning, rustling
logs snapping in the fire
a kettle whistles
voices, laughter from the tv room
drip-drip-drip, a leaky pipe
crinkle-crackle of wrapping paper
jingle of keys
lips kiss
outside
snow falling, soundlessly
Architect
just give her a "fact"
& she starts building
a fabulous fantasy taller than skyscrapers
all puff & powder & cloud
then give her a second "fact"
& half the city is destroyed
but she starts building
sturdy girders, beams
of light criss-crossing like crazy spider webs
& the delicate city grows taller, taller
then toss in a third "fact" & after the collapsing
shattering glass & crystal
reconstruction begins, the spires
brushing the blue belly of the sky
the city walls growing, piling higher
block upon heavy block
keeping out unwanted invading "facts"
a city she can believe in
The
Zen Seminar
7:30, said the sign
Room 201
Learn to contemplate Emptiness
7:10. The first to arrive,
I sit in an empty chair
And look around.
7:30. No one has shown up.
I stare at the blank walls.
7:55. I'm still alone.
Not even the instructor has dropped by.
I sit, contemplating
The empty room.
Ponderous
Slow &
languid,
Lazy,
Soft & sluggish;
Rolling in mud,
Trudging,
Glum & fumbling;
Stumbling alone,
Solo,
Full & sullen;
Gluttonous slugs,
Swollen,
Fat & flaccid.
Indeed: ponder
Us.
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