On zombie days when Buddha sleeps
and karma seems to pause
the world lies deep in murky haze
obscuring sacred laws
On zombie days when Buddha sleeps,
the fortune-monger thrives
and peddlers sell their souls for keeps
endangering all our lives
On zombie days when Buddha sleeps
and countries fall astray
the…

Shadows invade
his lightness of being
when the sun’s too lazy
to climb very far
above the horizon
Amid the holidays’ twinkle
and sparkle, the night
wraps him into
a cyclical cocoon
where he will barely eat
barely speak
barely answer
his steadfast wife
whose loneliness will flow
into rivers of…