amphibi.us

Walking in the royal garden,
the breeze carries
the scent of peach trees and incense,
the sound of chanting from far-away.
Granite-and-gold, multi-tiered temples
float on clouds as big as mountains.

Near the splendor of the palace,
I stroll with perfect pace and balance,
adorned in a lotus-shaped
headdress of pearls and silver.
My flute tastes like ginger and lychee
as I play a tune.
Reality cloaked in haze,
my meditation births
the essence of yin and yang.

A beautiful sunrise can only be reaped from beautiful dreams.

© Lois Mintah, 2010

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heel;
i sit. with

my asshole
on the ice-cold
sidewalk,
like a good doggie.

she ignores me—
except that she has let me out
on an adequate length of
leash.

this is the essence of
obedience.

© Devin Wayne Davis, 2009

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