Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

Posted on June 27, 2022 by B Gourley

"Amboseli 
offers great views of 
Kilimanjaro!"
they said. but, for me,
obstinate clouds object

Posted on June 22, 2022 by B Gourley

owl sticks its head out,
staring in silent rebuke
as if to say:
"Hey! I'm nocturnal.
What's with all the ruckus?"

Posted on May 24, 2022 by B Gourley

the icy mountain
plays hide & seek in the clouds
like a five-year-old
playing the game
for the first time, ever

Posted on May 20, 2022 by B Gourley

one Black Mamba
slithers up beside its mate.
scheming whisper?
i fear as much, but then i
remember snakes have no ears

Posted on April 22, 2022 by B Gourley

the Zen monk Tōsui,
rebuked for handling manure,
plead not guilty
by reason of scrawny crops,
and kept spreading shit

Posted on March 24, 2022 by B Gourley

the mud patterns
carved in the tidal zone
beat any
work of art by
Andy Warhol

nordic summer.
the wee hours look like either
sunrise or sunset
is upon us, and
either way, it's true

breathes in - pauses;
the expected words
do not come;
that rare instance when
mental filters work

chained to drain grate,
a truckable truck 
averts a
Russian nesting doll
grand theft auto case

sourdough starter --
for those thinking of 
having a child,
but who can't be trusted
with a dog or a cat