Category: Wild Card
Kinisi 88
a natural wilderness
rarely still
within me
Prayer for a new year
with a monk’s prayer for good bread
daily needing and kneading
after manna or
a rice bowl
should I be begging, Zenlike,
hand me pasta and potatoes
followed by cake
all praise to whatever
I’ll blissfully polish away
with a portion for Buddha or a stray squirrel
Kinisi 87
yes, to be made in an image
Kinisi 86
wednesday lists several directions
Lost in a bachelor’s refrigerator
Not every green mold is penicillin.
All that is mold does not shimmer.
Deep roots are not touched by the frost.
– with apologies to J.R.R. Tolkien
Kinisi 85
colleagues noting insect noses
Kinisi 84
from watching old movies
to peeling shrimp
in a twenty-two-year span
of Sunday afternoons
Kinisi 83
skateboard have hands bags
Kinisi 82
the alcoholic scoutmaster
Jnana's Red Barn 