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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