Sacred Zen Poem by James Murdock

Life is but a dream
when you stay stoned all the time.
I can't find my keys.

Cascading wisdom
so glorious it's blinding—
stepped right in dogshit.


We and trees are a
good pairing in God's bug book.
Can't stop cutting them.

The planet's a ball
floating in nothing for now.
My cellphone's ringing.

Went to get my oil changed.
The sumbish station was closed.
The universe grows.

The big sky sparkles
with tequila on the brain.
I destroy beer cans.

Independence Day—
hot dogs. No one remembers
a virtuous war.

Gold-digging Christian,
not a woman but a girl.
Age is a number.