Sunday, 10 December 2017

和歌 December 2017

By Rory A.A. Hinton













December 2017

Sunday December 10, 2017
Have you come to stay?
Yes, Sister, if you’ll have me. 
Solitude: the way
to die and to love again
while sitting doing nothing.

Tuesday December 12, 2017
Why do we do this?
Fine. We won’t pray anymore.
Following my bliss ...
full of thanks for my father,
who knew what he was doing.

Wednesday December 13, 2017
Escape is at hand
for the vanishing manic.
His last grain of sand
drops down the bound hourglass
of public obscurity.

Thursday December 14, 2017
With her coy chuckle
my singing chambermaid left.
She wasn’t subtle:
checking out hours before
all my desires became.

Friday December 15, 2017
Why? What did he do?
He legislated our world.
The poets who knew
followed this Trans-Canada
highway, fully, completely.

Saturday December 23, 2017
The bell tolls for thee,
binary identity.
The death of god, the
illusion of the ego:
hymns to the empty silence.

Sunday December 24, 2017
Return to the real,
the only is what it is.
This star-gazer feels
blooming under the night sky.
There never was you and I.

Monday December 25, 2017
Practice like you are
saving your head from fire?
Practicing afar:
shaving the hidden dragon
fire burning through the skull.