I ride on the waves
of their lies
and tell how vicious men
master vain manners
...
(Songs for Jazz)
A river of wine
In the kiss of your lips:
...
Could this be the setter forth of Ethiop tongue!
I thought the Aegean breakwaters,
Beating at Aphrodite's tender limbs
In wingbeats of storm
...
As ill-clad Zlelponith bemoaning
The mangled body of her son tempered
Beneath the hewn stones of Dagan,
Reached deeply into her grief
...
Abraham...Ra...Ham
I kissed the navel of the night.
The chalice of sprouted stalks of bitterleaf,
...
Rain on my tongue.
Threshing floor of pebbled camwood,
Then hidden faces and strange footsteps
...
A shadow of light transported
Into three eyes in a flood of triangle,
Tempered omelette of whirling cyclone
Beating pawn to forlorn stones
...