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In This Morgue


In this morgue, this dismal place,
A blind beggar hangs his face
By the mirror on the wall
In the stinking bathroom stall.
Sipping brandy in the loo,
He remembers what to do:
Look for a new walking stick,
One that will not clack or click.

Sideways now he tilts his head,
Living man among the dead,
Happy man with no tattoo—
Love will show him what is true!


 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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The Sun’s in My Eyes


The sun’s in my eyes, I fear I’ll go blind.
There’s ice in the attic, and I’m of a mind
To look for a world that’s calmer than calm,
Where even the view from the bathroom is balm;
No astral projections, no blood on the floor,
Sweet music is all that I’m looking for.
How fluid is life, how fleeting, yet sweet!
Now that I’m done with this rhyming, I’m beat!

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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At the Moon’s Rising

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Shed lock, Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 
 

At the moon’s rising
we will eat soft candy
and sing lilting songs,
songs that bastards and buggers
never take on their tongues.
Yet sylvan maidens know them,
singing them at midnight
to the tree that rots in the forest
and to the blind lieutenant
who, now that it’s peacetime,
wonders why
they sent him to war.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Weekend

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Palo verde blossoms, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
First weekend of spring—
an outcry from a boulder
startles the blind man.
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
First weekend of spring—
by reading classics aloud,
she consoles herself.
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
first weekend of spring—
beach boys beating their sandals
to rid them of sand
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
First weekend of spring—
exhausted, though the surf pounds,
she sleeps on the shore.
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
First weekend of spring—
she tries to name the birdsong
that disturbs her sleep.
  
~~ 6 ~~
  
First weekend of spring—
a flame in the eastern sky
makes the blind man flinch.
 

 
Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Whirling with Alberto

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Each breath-of-a-poem begins with a phrase taken from “The Lime Orchard Woman” by Alberto Álvaro Ríos .


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
traveling circus—
the man with the kewpie dolls
pushes pins in one
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
At the silliness
of the clown with the red ball
old men are weeping.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
as if by small bones
she could keep the scorpion
from attacking her
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
the way she begins
to bite into her heartbreak
as a ripened plum
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
At the silliness
of an ear that tries to sing,
she begins to laugh.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
She sits and watches
as the blind man stumbles home,
his white cane broken.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
People look at her
as though the witches spawned her
late one Friday night.
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
One centimeter
away from resurrection
it all falls apart.
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
the edge of a wall
where an old man stands alone
watching plums ripen
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
leading to his house
a trail of broken timbers
branded with hex signs
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
mountains that open
as though spells from long ago
were being broken
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
the moment to breathe
the moment she has hunted
among the house wrens

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Garlands

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Christmas decorations, northern New Mexico
 


holiday garlands
festooning the old town square—
blind boy claps with glee

 
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Rising

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Brittlebush blossoms, late December, Sonoran Desert, Yuma County, Arizona
 


brittlebush blossoms
rising to greet the new year—
blind boy claps with glee

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Glee

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First Brittlebush blossoms of November, Sonoran Desert, Maricopa County, Arizona
 


brittlebush blossoms
outshining the midday sun—
blind boy claps with glee

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Whirling with Walt

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The first line of each three-line snippet comes from “Song of Myself” by Walt Whitman.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
the eyes of the dead,
blind to beauty and blessing,
staring at nothing
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
knowing the perfect
candle to banish darkness—
only damp matches
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
eddies of the wind
on a mission for the storm
rising in the west
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
The shelves are crowded
with things simple and complex—
have you need of more?
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
choosing a safe spot,
perhaps your arms for the night,
before moving on
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
She owns the fine house
at the tip of the cape, where
no one is welcome.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
on the granite floor
rivers of fresh blood flowing
from the killing spree
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
In the little wells
where the prairie meets the hill,
blind creatures huddle.
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
with me on the grass
seven ragged musicians
playing haunting tunes
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
Leaving me baskets
filled with ripe apples and rain,
she slips out to sea.
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
The little one sleeps,
caring nothing for the ghosts
that would torment her.
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
Stall in the market—
an image of St. Joseph
stirs among the spoons.

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Fiery

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Southern Arizona
 


If Samson goes blind,
can the clouds still comfort him
with their fiery blaze?

 
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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