If someone calls you a nobody,
don't let it break your spirit,
if you're there in the forest,
and a tall tree falls
...
I dreamed I threw away a little brown box,
that lingered in the corner of a place
I rented in the southern end of the Bronx,
for I found other functions for that space.
...
The dark shall come on its own.
So please, only dim the light
a bit, that I may yet see
the flowers' blooms in vases
...
Of every fresh and regal petal,
none dared to rest within her rosy hand,
for fear that she, the fairest in the land,
shame their glory and their loveliness.
...
Grateful that we found some precious time,
to place our jangled words from line to line,
and raise some part of our inner feelings
to nurse the bruises of daily dealings,
...
She works her bony arms and gnarled hands,
to crawl along a grassy, brown field,
to view a paint stripped, old and gray farm house,
under ashen sky, her frailty unconcealed.
...
'Twas day three after the solemn Christian
holiday, when gifts given with happy
hearts and good will are found under green trees,
gaily decorated with candles, candies,
...
No Lear, mad from ungrateful children's
serpentine hisses,
am I, sad from my long uncaring kin's
welcoming kisses.
...
Appearing from my slumber's vapors,
Ezra's lines on toilet papers,
held by soiled fingers reaching,
extending Dionysian teaching.
...