(pre-caffeination poesy)
I built a tiny hut in my mind To live in briefly in the backyard of my brain where neurons flash rich complicated colors just before they fail and fall. But, intruder thoughts in Giant gas-guzzling vehicles Their flabby arms covered with Tattoos of large muscles Came by and broke it all to pieces. Squished the exotic fruits Set fire to the drying leaves So flashed and flew in panic Before a grey ungraceful fall Now I meditate in the embers and ashes It's warmer, anyway In a way.
— B. Chern, sukkhot 2020