dharma haikus

one wet sock
and then another
drying on the burning boulder

in the belly of twilight
the moon grins widely
at my baked beans and blueberry pie

clicking
in the glow of the fire
the wood beads light up one by one

charred logs
wetted from the rain
i see your orange eyes looking at me

wrapped in frozen air
my hand warms
on the long neck of a wine bottle

crawling in the leaves
fallen from the naked tree
the rattlesnake flips me off

on the mountaintop
dressed in clouds
chinese lunatics and mountain goats

laying in his hand
the melted snow spittle
cools the burn

in the cornfield
under a blanket of fog
is that dog laughing?

a mosquito
as big as a horse hoof
runs off with my insides