Five senryu

Some who know the truth
won’t ask tomorrow’s questions
but only snicker

mind, blocked like stale arteries.

Nuns with tommy guns
shoot platitudes at our ears,
force feed us with mush

Judges in courtrooms
blind as bats, dumb as doormats
make their fake justice

Purple mountains weep
for the majesty they’ve lost
but yearn to gain back

R. Bremner writes of incense, peppermints, and the color of time. Recent work has been anthologized in Surrealists and Outsiders, Offbeat and Quirky Stories, Anthem: a Leonard Cohen Tribute Anthology, and Climate of Change:Sigmund Freud in Poetry. Recent books are Hungry Words (Alien Buddha Press) and Absurd (Cajun Mutt Press). Read other articles by R..