Kongsaeng Chris Everson Poems

While I sit here,
my mother
is in a nearby room
asleep
...

I practiced Zen this morning.
I did it the way my master taught me.
When done, I was angry and tired.
I decided the master was full of it.
...

This place is dead and alive
at the same time.
It is empty nothing
and full of form
...

My dream people
are my awake thoughts
while I am asleep
and these electro-chemical energies
...

The fingers are hopping
from key to key
as I look at the letters
and light
...

It is a joy to sit in a cluttered basement in the morning.
It is a joy to wait at the dentist's office.
It is a joy to drive to the post office, and not have an accident.
It is a joy to go to the bathroom.
...

I sit in chairs.
I mean, I meditate in chairs.
I just meditated in a chair.
A black vinyl chair.
...

My mother
is in the hospital
with a pain
in her butt,
...

So, if I cross
my right leg
over my left leg
for awhile,
...

I came up to Maum,
the new Dharma teacher,
snd babbled,
'It was harder
...