I am at peace in wordless scenes
In the dark hollows of sleep
And in the bright wells of daydreams
Where silence is the gatekeeper
And everything is:
       As it seems --

I trust the places where
       noise cannot enter
Where the air is scrubbed clean
And voices surrender
Their so-called meaning

And I can sit mute in the quiet
       field of being --

Orb weaver
Of the gorgeous webs
By the courtyard gate
We don't go through
That way anymore
Respectfully
It is all yours now


NCL September 2019

Life is an accelerator
But I hate her
She trips on words
And works my nerves

Life pushes me away from you
Begged her not to
Indeed I lost
To sting the wasp

Life yelped in rhetorical ways
Pocket of space
When questions soar
In masking roars

Life cried herself to sleep last night
Polluting sight
As stars dim out
With clouds of doubt.

Myriad miniature migraines
Bounce off the waves
To zip by
Gleefully stabbing
At my eyes


NCL September 2019