Night aMuses

[Guest guest]

A willow;

and two or three cows

waiting for the boat.

After killing

a spider, how lonely I feel

in the cold of night

~ Masaoka Shiki (1869 - 1902)

 

Oak logs the size of Sherman

mossy-stuffed inside a brick square too small

and not so much as a broken straw to start a fire.

I stand shivering in front of the fireplace,

crying and crying.

~Mazie

 

A lightning flash:

between the forest trees

I have seen water.

~ Masaoka Shiki (1869 - 1902)

 

Bungling into walls daily;

Banging head or shoulder into sheet rock,

what Bodhidharma divined of Tao,

I divine in the Tao of D’Oh.

Who could have known that Homer

was once Hotei?

~Mazie

 

winter camellia

I wish I could offer it

to the sooty Buddha

~ Masaoka Shiki (1869 - 1902)

 

The Virii Vajra mandala

is made of human hourglass sand -

red and white corpsmen call out the colors for the dead.

As strands of staph and streptococci sift through me,

I swing between the lines of life and death,

an ashen-faced acrobat,

aerobically and anaerobically,

audacious and articulate

in sweeping away the cellulitic design.

~Mazie

 

with advancing autumn

I am without gods

without Buddha

~ Masaoka Shiki (1869 - 1902)

 

Summer’s muse slipped no good-by note

under the gray motel pillow.

Shadowless at twenty-one,

night came and went three times

before I arose after dying.

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[Guest guest]

Mazie Lane wrote:

 

 

 

Bungling into walls

daily;

 

Banging head or shoulder into

sheet rock,

 

what Bodhidharma divined

of Tao,

 

I divine in the Tao of

D’Oh.

 

Who could have known that

Homer

 

was once Hotei?

 

~Mazie

 

 

 

 

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