(for Fu-jung Tao-kai, 1043 - 1118)




THIS THIN OCCUPANCY

 

At this thin occupancy

of bare thoughts

lies a possible

unattainment

under the star-pierced expanses

of my mind's wilderness;

 

a loosening

of the bolts of self-acclaimed habits

and big-mouthed necessities

steering me,

stale and bent,

on this wild ego's Mesquite rodeo

 

Perhaps a deeper breath rushes

through the atmosphere

of Lucien Stryk's renditions

of the Chinese Death Poems;

 

thrives in the after-thought

of the aftermath

of The Dalai Lama's hollering

laughter

and God's comic relief

 

 





Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-08-17 at 21:05

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Sameen
I like this one. Nice
2022-08-20


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Wow! There are so many sparklingly original lines in this, that reading it is like a meal for the reader. And yet there is of course an undercurrent of real disillusionment with the concept of "42" and what it might all mean. That being said, the richness of this poem will stick in my mind like the ' Dalai Lama's hollering
laughter'... I can hear him now.
Allen
2022-08-19