Driven Into seduction of figurines By a divine light, . The maestro steps forth With baton in hand . Like cowherd Ready to raze so many fields Of their despondent atavism, . Trumpets, trombones, clarinets and tubas, Infants In slots, TV minstrels, . Self-conscious With jackets in lockers, Denizens of cocaine and heroin alleys.

A foggy sepulchre Stands shyly, . Not knowing her own beauty, The evening Fertile with the Fluorescent light’s Vibrations, matrimony . Of whim benefitting full, Complacent . In her breast and womb Knowing new stars.

In his General course of things, . A young man Might look up and need just A little light, . For no darker Is his Form . Of judgment, and in His mind . Lie wreaths Of the splendor, lie That in whose absence You might be inclined to complain.

I was on a natural plane, It wasn’t like it was just me, . The coats of darjeeling sat there In their nests on the trees.

I wanted to provide joy to someone, Somewhere, along the way, . This joy is leaking in me Like a bottle plugged, . And the first thing I see when I look out my window Is seven years of lost love, . Of love stabbed, Grown cold, . When it could have been fields and […]

Something Was destroyed In this life, . Detonated from the middle And We wriggle out As . Glass drops On a sedan’s hood.

The jail cells, With their mighty cacophony of swords, Ignite the setting sun, The . Uniformed man standing like wars do, And . You’re in the diner . Coaxing the sugar and cream.

It comes at the middle of a day, It’s the Garden and you’ve already seen it, . When Happy are those Who look at What They want to Look at . When Nothing exists, Within or without the self.

From the Wet leaves, . Purple and Yellow, . Hidden On the railroad track which is Raised so far up, . Galvanizes Purple sunshine, Streamed . Through the TV’s Of electricians, Plumbers And tow truck . Drivers, and These see me and kill me, . Through denim Light years of delayed dinners.

Stark naked I stand, Before the tree. . Someone once said That the trees Were ‘Petrified,’ But . I view them More as being . Angry, . For It is they Who are honest, . It is they Who have cast a shadow Of guileless armament To stave off The coming flood, To smile back […]