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…
A forsaken altar
erected for the dying
energy gods still
stands bright against
tempestuous blight
Words offering comfort
cling to crumbling facades
A hint of the true cost paid
for temporary solace
Weeds spread through
cracks in the veneer
Multiply like rumors
Echos of plenty
now registering
Empty
Mary Keating
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…
