Baby pigeons fell
From The nest sat and waited
Wind spreads soft feathers

Seeing beauty
In banality of things
The evil
The dread
Spreads thru the veins
Coalescing mucus
Leaves nothing
But remains

It's been years since you are gone
And I'm sorry but
I can't recall your face

The best of this earth
Leave
Aware of the void

So close to the ultimate truth
And yet
Never grasping it
And falling ever so low
But trying still
To get there
Time is of the essence

You knew it well
And I know it by now

Life is clawing
And bitting
That's what it is
And nothing more

Ripe tomatoes
Swollen red
Give up silent scent
Of immaculate times
Days of being young

Meanwhile an ant
Tries to feast on my parched
Feet

Resigned, returns to her home
Carefuly treading
Thru blades of grass

In broken glass
On the bathroom floor
I saw a reflection of a man

So lonely, so old
Shagged and sad

Lone wolf, his life in his hands
Life led alone, because
We die alone, and yet

These few moments of
Togetherness, moments of
You

A beacon of stars
Scattering stilness
Of the night

Sun also rises
As my friend would say

Lumping forward
Leaving the cage
Fat, unshaven, weary
To bask in the light
Of future thought

Realising nowness,
Embracing it fully
Clamping to the
Lamb of tenderness,
Stopped.
To choke on moments
Of yours
Gladness, folly

Gladness
River swamp
Fever eats my heart out
Fire

Every patch of skin oozing
Bitter sweat, slight
Stench
Fills nostrils all
The way up to sinuses
Pulsating in a mellow
Blues rhythm of the plague