Six Pack of Corona – Missives in the dark

Do You Need A Refill?

I sit with pen
Open Third Eye
Let go this “my”
And let loose
My mind
From pre-meditated
Preoccupation
Lose the I
Let go desires
Open up your ears
To the rhythm
And pace
That surrounds you
As it goes about
Its own business
Pays you
No thought —
Mindfulness
Begins with
Mindlessness
You must empty
The chalice
To receive new
Prophecy

Do You Need A Refill?

Wild Horses

The sign
It says
“Please stay at Home”

Forget your car
Forget your bones

In their closets
They must stay

All your ambition’s
(Fears) —put away

At least for now
At least today…

——

This first time directive
We can collectively recall
To just do nothing
To sit in our stalls

But these American
Mustangs are getting
Restless

We like to roam
We like it breathless

We just don’t know just what to do
When we’re told to stay home
Until this is through

Wild Horses

You Name It

Must we put a name to it?
Must we give it meaning?

The Devil, Demons, The Angel of Death
What you call IT is revealing—

Angst, grief, tension, stress
So many names that I digress

For I do not believe
The language is right

To describe endless terror
“The Things” that cause fright

Primordial Fear
Feels a lot more than
Words
It comes from a place before
Comforting verse

No, you don’t need a name
For the unending dread

We all share the same
[feelings]
That Fear’
— Being Dead —

With deeper meanings our
Redemption calls

Forgive ourselves, forgive
Our foes
All these things that we
Never controlled

Each thing that dies
Gives room for birth

Our brave renewal is
Not a curse

Though it may hurt
To feel this loss

A new beginning turns
Back the frost
And gives way to spring
Which brings
Back
Everything we
Cherish

You Name It

if the moon can see my fire

Can the moon see my fire
As it passes over head
Both alight my night
And stave off the dread
Of all those things out
In the the darkness of all
Those things we cannot see
But if the moon can see my fire
I’ll spend the night outwardly