Kerri Shying R # 213 - Solo Performer

Solo Performer

at the door the dog sits

on my discarded dirty clothes

the centurion on guard    all

to waste   no  pain    just marks

useless            over reactions

one great big flinching peach

there is some desire to read

 yourself to sleep   I tell the

dolls   who lay reflecting worry

proxy people   while I sit  not

 like a mountain            wobble

in my swamped longing

 for the firm foothold

 for the hand held

   in the dark

meditation doesn’t work

 focus on the breath

            and suck