Tuesday, June 26, 2012

pressing on without flinging
I plead with my high mind
the product of full life and
fertile times
moon drops from ass and ear
have lit the night
and stiffly I have seen
the future by their light
tomorrow formality gets its
all i see clearly is my sweet
I seem to dream at waking times
to swing suspended yes or no
to dream of satisfaction on
a pillow,in repose

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Mt futility and the wisp of hope
are swallowed by the saint who walks down the road of water.
the sad little garden that cost me so dear, won from total barrenness
and regal Justice raises her standard
I must wait a minute
for the love letter to arrive
my mind will be clear of clouds
the soul of time is in my house
to bend and bow
(I hope and fear)
to work with the warp and waft of the world

Friday, May 4, 2012

Hell came flying

the load of blast
hell is so fast
hell is so slow
held in hells hand
handed over to hell

How Heaven hovers
that is the float motion
the strawberry buoyancy
the buoyancy ocean
of potent love potion
of dust moats in light beams
I came apart
into flocks
that flew to and fro
that is the symmetry
that interests me
whenever I wonder
how high is heaven?