Slaughterhouse

On a hill in the distance a building stands, a tribute to strength, power and brutal force. The setting sun gleams off of its bright gilded walls, making it into a tiny thing of beauty like a trinket to be worn. Suddenly, it swells. Its walls quiver and become bloated, choking the one around whose…

Silent Watcher

I search the heavens for a twinkling star and find one, only it is not a star; It is an Air Force jet screaming through the night, shattering Nature’s peaceful slumber. I search the forest for sparkling eyes and find some, only they are not eyes; They are the headlights of a rumbling tank, breaking…

My Journey, Dream

Eons ago, it seemed, I began my journey, dream, Dream of a day when Man was Man, No more a terror of the Land. We began, my stallion and I, One brilliant yellow dawn to fly, Fly o’er the glistening lakes and plains, Cool breeze flowing through his mane. Swiftly we flew on gentle wings,…

Three Motets

I Silence . . . Nothing moves, No sound breaks forth In the dark wide expanse of land, My brain. All is quiet. Creation bows her tranquil head in defeat. Triumph! The fury crashes forth like a resounding Symphony; A word. A phrase. A sentence. And the music of poetry begins Once again to play…

Through Hiker

The man with backpack and poles catches me out in the open reading aloud to the vista. He says he is a through hiker. I say I live nearby. We talk of friends who have had surgery on the brain, who are different yet still the same, who sometimes lose their way. We part. May…

Long Time Wandering Back To Dance

Wandering amidst shelves my fingers caress the spines of books and music A miracle occurs Connection A beautiful book I read long ago Blood Music CDs of 2 artists who a friend dubbed for me Enigma and Dead Can Dance I still have the cassettes gathering dust in some cardboard box upstairs. I miss her….

Wooden Man

The poison lies within. Can it come without? Is there another way to release the pain and doubt? Some other avenue besides this empty street, where shadows move through dark alleys, lonely soul to meet. Some other road to freedom save this mortal fix, lest I become a wooden man and children play pick-up-stix. (3.13.87)

Shredded Man

Shredded Man Upon a Tree Hanging Flesh and Blood Melting Son. They peel Him off Fair-weather Friends Too Human to understand The passing Storm He Incarnate Woe. (April 24, 1987)

The Winter of You

It was gray and winter day when you in cold shoulder walked away. The frost lay thick between us in the bitter gloom and crackled not from warm breath, Love. Snow drifts upon the window panes to trap a frozen eternal flame. There are no blue skies within nor above. And my grief like lone…