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Kick the Song

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Fishing boat, Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México

 
 

Kick the song ahead of you,
kick it into the mist and spume,
even though you are shaking,
and three women spinning yarn
are laughing at you.
Kick the song of ruin,
kick it over the boat
where the grey-headed vagrant
slips into sleep
under the spell of opioids.
Kick the song out of the way,
so that no one ever hears it again.
Do not be afraid.
Kick.
Kick.
Kick.

 

Poem © 2017 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
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Savage Tales

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Seedpod of the nightshade, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
a runty spring lamb
falls prey to two hungry wolves—
the blood-spattered snow
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
pressed close together
two siblings tremble with fear—
first storm of winter
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
bitter winter’s night—
she prowls about the hallways
unable to sleep
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
night-blooming jasmine—
inhaling the haunting scent
as we sip our tea
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
winter afternoon—
the first snowflakes remind her
of life’s brevity

 
Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Loss

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Remains of a dead Desert Willow (Chilopsis linearis), Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


wilderness pilgrim
weeping for the willow’s loss—
interrupted sleep

 
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Stripping Flesh from Bones

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~~ 1 ~~
 
What am I to do
with this blank sheet of paper
and an empty pen?
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
A dream at midnight—
someone mumbling Basho’s name
imitates a frog.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
three clay pots—
white chrysanthemums
in full bloom
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
three stolen plums
stuffed in his left pocket
to eat later
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
wild roses
blooming on roadsides
in Georgia
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
She speaks in tongues
that no one understands
except her god.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
lying down to sleep
in different beds each night—
her long loneliness
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
powers of darkness
gathering near the hedgerow
disguised as egrets
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
As the signpost burns,
I take off my tattered shoes
to walk barefoot home.
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
at my journey’s end
laying down my faithful staff
to take up a cross
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
stripping flesh from bones
through every kind of weather—
Dr. Death at work
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
Beginnings are hard—
ask the chick trapped in the shell
or the child in school.

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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