If only she would someday walk
before the camera
of my eye
free of all her pains and doubts
...
Begins the slow melancholy dance of Autumn.
Fallen colored waxen tiles cover the last
remaining sprouts of green, that not so long
...
For contented memories
Je ne sais quoi...
the privileged nights...
...
genesis of a rhapsody
a dream awakes
within a dream
procession of unselective
...
Thoughts of deity,
ponderous and protracted.
Energy superlative.
...
So long farewell goodbye
your tears won’t buy me a beer
Someday when your young again I’ll
come home again
...
The old Blue Dog and the Creole Cat,
(Who Dat?)
in a Second Line dance
down Rue Royal.
...
Residents of the Milky Way,
Assimilated by the stars.
The brightness of eyes,
...