bambooBarry Spacks
Weed in the Bamboo Patch

crossing State Street
I pass an infant
smiling, in a stroller,
his thrust-out finger
pointing the other way
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the bear:
he eats twelve salmon:
sleeps all winter:
doesn't need
a back-pack
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my hero:
Woody Allen, who'll doodle
even death away
much less Shakespeare's wind & rain
with a wiseass klezmer solo
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the dregs of the cup:
vacancy within;
and then:
walking a friend's little Apso dog:
how he sniffs, how he pees!
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Buddha rose and said
"unhappiness happens"...
all we want is happiness
and unhappiness
happens
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no room
for spacious being
in one still in love
with the corset
of his name
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once in a bamboo tube
a snake can't back up, change its mind...
tie your nose-rope, says the lama,
to your topknot,
and GO!
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how you enhance
my teacher-training,
shameless weed in the bamboo patch
aspiring, of course,
to become a tree

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