Frederik Kenski


Drunken Mole In The Zen Garden - Poem by Frederik Kenski

I lost my job,
As follows
My house, my car,
My wife and my children,
Even my dog –
He also knows:
Pocket + emptiness –
No calories,
No vitamins.

Under my tent
I spread pate
On bread
With my dentate plastic
Knife –
What a configuration! –
Like immemorially wanted
Zen garden
From my previous life.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 24, 2011


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