Now I will tell you how the will of man
is like a wave striking a stone-
a thing in-between
wave and stone
...
Solvent at last and gone to where
even creditors fear to go
Morgan Michaels slumbers here-
that some may sing and some may curse
...
It's chilly. Behind the blind (if we could view it)
the sky's a murky midnight blue
and cirrhus-streaked, with few
if any, stars shining through it;
...
Life, the great charade,
offers no guarantees
to expectations,
so, have them-by all means
...
Blood floods the stage, the proscenium,
drowns the pit and, hand over fist,
seeps up the center curtain.
'It's only tragedy', applaud the gods
...
'I am He (said he)
who always denies.
Wheresoe'er I go, disaster multiplies:
I 'just say nay' advise-
...
You, Andromache, who fed the river with your tears
and knew your grief reflected in the flood,
It's you this mock-Simois reminds me of
meandering along the
...
Paris may change- my heart cannot!
Shiny new palaces, annexes, blocks,
All for me become preposterous allegory
Making my memories heavy as rocks.
...