My name is Morley Cacoethes, and I've got three poems to lay among the incense of your altar. Real hip stuff, beat inspired ditties punctuating the holy dumb saint beatitudes and inoculating the population against the language virus one glazzie at a time. I'm telling you, these poems are coming straight from the ice box and ready to serve. I hope you dig them.BIO:Morley Cacoethes currently resides in Northeast Ohio where he attends "the people's university" while trying to stay warm and find a more permanent residence for himself and his cat.Go in peace,Morley Cacoethes
-----Pebbles Upon the Narrow Road IX
Such a one is near to what although he was.
Ignorance saw that because I am so honest,
everything is strong and simple, and I am
of the mountain. Thus, the innkeeper informed us.
My name is near to what I am so on.
Buddha had appeared in everything simple
and that kind of heart was ignorant of foulness,
so make yourselves at home. Curious as to what
he was—most admirable. and corrupt to speak.
On one such night, please relax and clumsy beg,
pilgrims, as to what kind of Buddha had appeared.
Even if you are stopped at home, just one is near
Pebbles of Desolation VI
I will thin the high air, without having
and right from that I’ll do the leaving
for the city’s shades ache snaky in the void
mountain, revealing my dish rags, my litter,
my various things sat in the silent glitter.
But wait, breathing is still early in my pay.
I pace, water and still my stove sticks.
That little window and upped shoes weep,
collect my debts, and buy a bottle shack.
Why does firewood crack without having
the day and leave next morning in the night.
Three City Haikus
I sit to ascend
into nothing. I sit to
become everything.
after closing time,
this bottle passed between us…
cracks in cinderblock
weeks without laundry…
in the library, a mom
pulls her toddler close
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