ESCHATOLOGICAL ALLUSION

All life —

 

                   is it

one

 

 

 

                                          anticlimax

or

     two

 

                                                          ?

SPARE CHANGE II

                                         You cannot undo

                       

                                    

              what                                                    you 

                         have 
                                                   not 
                                   done

 

                                                                                   .

SPARE CHANGE I

           
            You 
                   cannot 
    undo
                              what 
                                       you
             have
                     done

                                                                                .

WORM FOR WORDS

You can be

in more than one place

at the same time,

just not awake

in both.

Dream in or

of either neither

will stay, though one

would that it could.

The world —

 

  

                         divided —

turns from itself, gone

early as late,

the way home has

no light.

SAMPLER

 

 



Home ennobles the dark,
regardless of condition. 

Shape refills once formerly framed,
a field without abundance,

the place without its name.
Humble begins what dignity

acquires, peace preserves, kept safe 
in solitude existence

confirms: relief, arrival
as proof no dialogue could

welcome, on another side.

LYRE

      The myth 

                                                   retold,

                                    foretold

        as if it mattered,

                             really happened;

         that,
                 the fiction:

                                      
                                      this ―
                                                its truth,

                 
                 a

 

                                       

                                              liar.

ROGER MY HEART II

             Unindited
                           life's
                                  obscene;

 

                                   ink,

                 invisible

                          that

                                 would.

 

 

              Thus  

                      unutterably

                                        so,

                                           

                                             mean

 

                 

                              mad
                                     rings
                                             bells
                                                     along

               its
                   curves.