After - 4/1993

Obsidian plain
dull glints and cracks
the blow stuttered
after the broken verse
into some painful soundlessness
the passion spent
only the scalding ash
bears remembrance

The Papers of the Dead - 4/24/1993

The broken verse
lives here, in these papers
yellow, rough
winds send them hurtling,
dragging traces in ash
over the magma of the plain
scattered, curled
lisping in the blow
shrieking as they touch
and dying as they wait.

A leaf on the stream - 6/3/2005

I'm just a leaf
on the stream
of consciousness
and being
and
I'm flowing along
the waking dream
I'm dancing to
the currents unseen

O harmony
is a blissful thing
O harmony
my life is a stream

and the water
is clean
and deep
as could be
and I'm drifting
along
to the soundless sea
and I'm singing a song
of boundless glee
and the mermaids
are singing

are they singing for me?

The Dog Men Laugh - 10/6/1998

The Dog Men laugh
while the Mean Women wail
as they espied the serpent
that eats its own tail--

"What a travail!
To thus be infinite--"

While the Dog Men
(rabid)
clamor, howl, and spit.