Two Poems from Jonathan Hine

A Hard Journey

in the empty house
of

ascending
shadows

where old junk fills space

the moon's dead light
floats through

darkened rooms

in that place
was a flame

next to the
postcard

greetings
from the

Bardo

wish
you
were
here



The Buddha Wisely Advised

wholesale cosmic

revolt

mara's
flower image
dream machine
everywhere
exploding,

sabotaged

the gleam dimmed
lens cracked

film

assailed

screen
rendered
torn

the god of
biomechanics

lovable as uncontrolled fire

built this house

the beams
broken
the dome
shattered

the whole
thing
burnt
the
fuck
down

Jonathan Hine's work has appeared most recently in Hobo Camp Review, In Between Hangovers and Synchronized Chaos.  He has forthcoming poetry in Midnight Lane Boutique.