Porridge
Peeling like leaded paint On broken boards Held by twine And good intention The suffering of the feeble mind That ridiculous infection of misdirection Bound by illusion And kept in […]
Zen for Breakfast
Morning declares itself with a triumphant blinding glareThat fills my room and declares“Rise, fool!”“I wait for no one!”I struggle briefly to untangle myself from the cocoon of blanketsThat threatens to […]
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