your zen
is blackout
drunk
no memories
chalk thoughts
dreams
meditations
on calm
in a crowd
no different than
eyes closed
alone
beside a tree
in summer
your breath
the steady
breeze
drink more
to clear
you
of you
(originally published in Jokes Review, Summer 2017)
“Your zen is black out drunk”
Although its just the first line, it may be my favorite in this…really like this poem.
Amazing poem. Well done!