Non-poems and pseudo-koans.
Sometimes I write things that really don’t belong anywhere. Here are some random non-poems and pseudo-koans from my notebook.

Oh, you think you
figured it out?
The wind laughs
through your face,
a fish breaks
the water.
—
I boarded a plane
and traveled
four
thousand
miles
only to arrive
in the exact same place
I started.
—
Strap a GoPro camera to the center of your chest.
Drop down and live from there.
—
Your only job
is to let life
keep on
life-ing.
(For Michael DeSanti)
—
Parts of me
are always looking
for projects.
And they’re almost
always
high stakes, with
low reward.
(For Loch Kelly)
—
I find myself
in a freefall
no parachute
no place to land.
(For Chogyam Trungpa)
—
Lying in bed
draped as darkness.
The glow of the phone
suspended in space
points to no one.
Where is your heartbeat?
—
I used to be somebody.
I lost him somewhere
between the waves
and the sky.
Maybe
he’s still
out there
floating on his back,
watching
the raindrops
kiss the salt water.
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