Here's a weird and experimental poem I wrote recently. The poets in the writers group I've been working with were very mixed on it. Some liked it a lot, most did not. I think most had no idea what I was getting at. The consensus is the beginning is better than the end. I think the beginning is more accessible, but personally, I like the ending. Let me know what you think. Trust me you wont hurt my feeling if you think it sucks, I've heard that already.

MEDITATION AS WATER

The porch is ethereal
I sit in the rocker and breathe;
Watching the river of my thoughts
Flow through internal night.

The waters are swift and clean
And happiness floats silently -
A smack of pelagic jellies
In a strong ocean current.

Eddies in the stream spin-off,
Turmoil at the edge of perception.
Ephemeral maelstroms of
Stress and distraction -

The sharks of my thoughts,
Death and dread, cruise.
Jurassic neurons spark
Their ancient frenzy.

Monkey brain, monkey brain,
Who the fuck are you?
What hubris of worth
Floods your vessel?

Azure light and a grain of rice.