Morning Jazz ...

The Final Union

I misplaced the days ,

she sectioned the frontal lobe.

Somewhere the memory

of summer with Theresa

oozed from the watery incision,

the minds fruit divided up

between first year students.

The architecture of thought

softly ruined by their touch.

I misplaced the days,

they found the archaeology

of our love in a Petri dish.

John G.Hall(C)2005

The Origins Of The Tea Plant

this morning

my soul depletes

the ozone,

my beat heart

putting down

the dots,

bacon incense

swinging smoke

while I listen,

you deep sleep

on the cool cotton

the night quenched,

your tea leaf eye-lids

unclipped by the Monk

your still day brewing.

John G.Hall(C)2005

Note 1: A Japanese myth about the meditative Buddhist monk, Bodhidharma, describes how he threw his drooping eyelids to the ground in frustration at his inability to stay awake. Tea bushes sprang up where the eyelids fell. The leaves of these new bushes miraculously cured his fatigue.

Note 2: Jazz was playing that morning,Thelonious Monk.