Over The Edge Page 12

Misery - Company goes with it. Dig
greedily, devouring all,

* choosing prey like jungle Between
animals, crying at night the layers
at the moon, tearing
ripping, eating up of disbelief;
a glowing
Nice digestible chunks
of blue meat, given like as yet-
pablum to those around uncut
You, don’t really ‘
care - no, don’t care at jewel
all So eat Yourself, :
bloody cannibal, because shaped like
My own animal is hungry too. ie

Phoenix
Cauldron

Bruised, dried, crackled skin
slipped from decaying coverings
doors open yawn and sing
beckoned to new beginnings.

Go go - nerves Alive like fire
thoughts flowing freely
cascades of redemption
embracing like an ancient lover

Rapier heat

searing and laughing
loving and hating
gets me makes me
takes me home

To mother

and mother
and mothers before
mothers.

The worlds detach
many songs unsung
beating and beaten
slippy and soaken

relaxes the framework

opens the mind

thoughts raining in and storing away.
It ends.
Not over forever.

This time will come again
dripping peace.

Cold outside the chamber
harsh and unloving

but tomorrow will bring the dreams again -

Poem

My heart
a pebble
for what?

your shoe

notice me?
good
the world is happy-

My heart
a sparrow
for what?

her song

a chance
off-key
that we might meet.

My heart
a drum
for what?

this dance

because | am alive
while the music

is playing;

My heart
a nation
for what?

our people

wasn’t Hemingway right
that is worth
fighting for?

My heart
a cosmos
for what?

all faith

in case your not
the right one
for me.

This heart -
dilates
for what?

not you?

My heart
a pebble
your shoe.

Febuary 07, 2000

Better

Miser of the mind -
Life’s limitless light
keeps no room for you
at the end of the night.
An embrace of entropy
keeps eternity at bay.
Loss is not loss,

If open is the way.

Choose Better.

ALIENS

Near my vinyl-sided home,
High-voltage cables—
Parabolic smiles
On a naked
Slope—
Pass through
Porcelain fingers of
Giants—
Robot-like aliens of
A dark world.

They want to invade my
Home
With electricity,
Driving out darkness
With the image of
A fireplace,
Venetian blinds,
And catalogue-furniture:

| recline in my lazy-boy,
Charging my brain with CNN,
As Kurds,
Refugees of Earth,
Try to escape despair
And death.

They want to invade
Peace
Because countrymen invade
Their homes,
Their tents,
With the wizardry
Of death.

They want to electrocute
Chaos
And hunger,
But they retain no power
Except to run
Weakly.