meditation poems

it's no retreat
nay days-long sense
some count hours
but a few stanzas

closed eyes sun penetration
breath strength and then defenestration
grasp release is a grasping feast
so an irony swim is the slaying beast

once or twice or fifteen moment
counted not, nor weekly quotient
onto seats or floors might couch
minded body drooling crouch

dignity drop on penny head
costing thoughts of concept bread
leaven up your yeastly burden
falling drown a sewer urban