dark, dying thoughts dance
across my mind like waves
rushing towards some unknown
kingdom. Butchers, assassins,
...
Yesterday I saw a homeless man waiting for a bus.
He sat on a bench wearing winter clothes in the blazing
sun, facing a highway where cars buzzed from one oblivion
to the next. He spoke loudly to himself, as a priest performing Eucharist
...
I must go tonight, said the
boy and never come back.
the night is blue-black, I
know too what is to be dark.
...
Wildfire
It is a known truth
perhaps the only truth
that Nature fights
but one war
one eternal war
one foe
that further to understand
this
is to understand the world
every world
Nature has but one enemy
and that is imbalance
This fire
that will not be denied
these flames scuttling
towards the shoreline
have two meanings
Do you not understand these
meanings
It is a shearing
an irreversible act of severance
Let us rub the
cloying ash
along our remaining hair
massaging it deep
into our pate
Within a few days
the rest of our hair
will fall away
leaving us bald