Monday, September 9, 2019

GRUMPY OLD ZEN. By R.M. Englehardt.


The students nowadays 
Do not know the Dharma

The morphic fields
Are all disturbed
The collective 
Conciousness
Is a mess

Clean your mind!
Your space
Your room

The world

Damn kids

No monestary
For you







A Poet, Writer, Author over the last 25 years R.M. Engelhardt has been published in such magazines as Thunder Sandwich, Rusty Truck, Writers' Resist, Dry Land Lit, Hobo Camp Review, Cajun Mutt, The Outlaw Poetry Network & in many others.


He currently lives and writes in Upstate NY.

His new book is " Dark Lands" published by Whiskey City Press and available on LuLu & Amazon.




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