Comments about Alan Strand
The Steel Vampire
Death stalks the skid road walks:
Come see the lonely shadows shuffle,
Enslaved by the thorny prospect
Of powdered lies viewed in vacant eyes:
The silent cry of the steel vampire!
But why bleed dry these souls so sick
Who desperately rush from fix to fix
Which they dare share
With their new friends,
'Through a Blue Lens'.
(Written for Odd Squad,1999/06/11.)
I never noticed before that I missed
So much of the boundless beauty
That was laid out at my feet
Like a royal tapestry
On my running trail.
Oh sure I saw the splendor
Of nature’s canvass
And knew that I should