Zen Bob Way

Zen Bob Way

 

electric high

 

lost up here

dangerously happy

can’t discern between

explosions and blooms

nectar and napalm

death and slumber

 

in the dirt below

demonic goats and angelic sheep

mingle into one lovely amoebic blob

of color in congressional flux

like lava lamp laughter

on an oceanic scale

 

to understand I must fall

yet, still, I lamb skyward

 

tapping mountain tops

like piano keys

swaddled in nimbus

where opiate eagles

dance to the scent

of embryonic raindrops

 

pointless

painless

 

without directive

becoming emptiness

 

until reality clips wings

or the heavens crumble

 

punch line

is glorious silence

 

rolling on the velvet tongue

of a toothless eternity

 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Dream state consciousness resting all the way to .. your own special place. A great run of words taken at a stroll. More than one great couplet: '.. to understand I must fall ~ yet, still, I lamb skyward' .. and .. '. without directive ~
becoming emptiness'

[Kenneth The Poet]

Breathtaking. A write of epic excellence.

[Eloha]

Ah how nice it is to read a poet with theri own style! Your words are like compressed rocket fuel ready to ignite!

It's a special kind of beauty you weave, and not always the common reader can appreciate the work we do.