The Gods Must Be Crazy

You may not suspect that a constellation of stars is really a celestial battlefield Or that the stamen of a flower yearns for the sting of its winged lover We refuse to believe That each cell within us cleaves with a viral God-like need to plot our destiny Collectively Plowing fields Mining mores Breeding universes…

P.T. Barnum Is LOL-ing in Hell

Picture this, if you will Yet another VIP circle jerk: They pass around a Strawberry Kiss K & Y To lube up with, but let the peasants get Their genitals chafed with something generic. There’s loose talk  Of love trumping hate, and a whole mess of 60s cliches Signs blowing in the wind that say,…

Galatea

  The dream came slowly Screens of haze Opened, partition After partition… First the hands showed me Their palms I traced each line on them Like a blind cartographer By memory and wishful thinking Then the tongues spoke, Their taste buds blossoming Into water lilies, floating The serenity of each beautiful word, Finally the eyes…

Cosmic Goo

  The road turns into a river. The river runs to the sea. Galloping to the finish line The end waits there for me To cross it. Determined to face Its taunts, I say a Hail Mary And wade in neck deep, But I can’t swim. The water senses my dis-ease, Tips its flowery cap…

Come Down On Me

    Mad Boy Devil’s son With the Botticelli face And the raven’s eye Atop a spring-form body Cocked, locked & so fully loaded You would make Michelangelo cry… Are you carved out of granite? Nah… Though you are composed of every precious Bit of ore on this planet Reflected in 23 cracked mirrors Fooling…

Nova Rising

  My mother’s womb was a graveyard So many little lives Sprung and hung Within her Dying before They ever breathed air I wonder if she still feels The wake of their ghosts Swimming there I was one of three to survive 9 months captivity in the hellmouth Of her volcano I bear the scars…

Leda

    The storm clouds Are pouring their brew And I’m umbrellaless Beneath them. There’s sunshine everywhere But here. How did I wind up on this Rain-soaked Cliff? Another rendezvous With Jupiter missed Is my best guess. Why doesn’t he Ever ruffle his swan feathers To let me know When he’s swooping my way Anymore?…

Long Past Due

  Begging for sanctuary in my fulgurite veins, Serenity’s magical illusions seep into bits of me. Shattered, re-glued and almost whole again, I’m endeavoring to make myself a leaf flowering, a bird chirped. A writer. I’ve always been a reader. Creation seeks its own path. My father was such a tangle of dimension. My mother…

Hell To The Infinite YES!

    To the panoply of nay-sayers who now (& forever) abound at the early hours of yet another New Year’s Day to sneer, jeer, and otherwise smirk smarmily about the utter banality and futility of celebrating any occasion, I present the following from the godfather of nihilism, jotted down in his own little journal…