- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Zen Doggerel
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When Zen is – not
not – lotsa not, snot,
the raindrop that falls
from a whispered wind
-- don’t forget to mention yin
-- yang it baby, Dharma one!
It takes a mountain
a mountain
a mountain
a mountain
and again
to realize Zen’s a hen-
pecked, hackneyed cliché
of a shaman, warrior
lost in a mystic east,
Shoshone so phony:
another Wovoka, but dim
limited in scope, hope
lost – tossed in a spirit world
ghost dance
spirit chant.
What the fuck are we talking about?
It’s about time we recognize
when Zen is – not
not – lotsa not, snot,
when suddenly, on a clear day
the leaves flutter a breeze,
a Tathagata so quiet
the silent word reverberates
a Zen long forgotten, along
the trail of flotsam and jetsam,
the tale’s (or tail’s) doggerel.
- COMMENTS
lostandfounderover 17 years agoThis was good. Clever and thoughtful. A nice balance.
I think you earned your lunch for the day.
