Upon some past and distant day
I thought I heard love’s music play
Saw Dante’s angels rise and fall
and Babel crumbling through it all.
Communication was breaking down
in country, continent and town
and whither did the angels fly
when tongues of fire passed us by?


Sweet mercy’s heralds on the wing
I thought I stopped to hear them sing
new colours gave they to us all
strange languages and ways withal.
I knew my brethren nevermore
nor what the diversity was for
Save to set one man against the next
and have mankind forever vexed....


Strange ways we walk, strange tales we weave
the more our children to deceive
perpetuating moral lies
through generations of poisoned eyes
who only see that black is white
on a lesser scale, with no grace or might;
that dark or different walks alone
and language is slingshot to be thrown.


and whither did the angels fly
when tongues of fire passed us by,
when divided waters joined again,
when came the end to Noah’s rain?
Can it be we are alone
so quick to cast judgmental stone,
so slow to see, in each other’s face,
the beating wings of love and grace?

You know that little voice,
the one in the back of your head.
I heard from mine the other day.
You'll never guess what it said.

"You know that girl thats on your mind
who's presence makes you smile
well if you asked me I'd have to say
you've been on hers too, for a while"

Well as you can imagine
this caught me by surprise
Did he see something I didn't
hidden there within your eyes?

So now I have a dilemma
please tell me what should I do
Should I listen to the words he says
tell me is it really true?

In a dream I shall feel
The wings of the world unfolding, and
Worlds spinning on the axis of mad journeys;
And the seas breaking turquoise, upon their rippled surface.

In the heart of the ears
I shall hear the shivering willows, dreaming their
Wood-smoke dreams, full of sap and  funneled sunlight;
Pierced by light for a thousand years

And the flowers sleeping nestled in stars;
Gathered in the deep, among the wood-thrushes,
In coagulated violet forests, all shadowed and dark:
And a whispered peace barely rustles this world.

silence in the halls
your footsteps a tick of a bomb
i hear your nervous heart-pound pound pound-remembering the start
i glance away, you rush right past
the feelings may have faded away, but the memories, they last
the breeze between us, whiff my perfume and remember my scent
back when you loved me, when we went to bed so content
and when you pass me you must recall all the times in your head
when you promised me the other side of your bed
it still haunts me though, seeing your eyes shift with unease
such a big change from how they used to tease
but every time you pass I just know how i feel, it wasn't going to last
but what we had I still believe was real and so it goes
we pretend we are nothing more than strangers passing by, our sudden glows
drag my heart across the floor where your feet are quickly moving away, it falls
just a feeling we once knew
a silence in the halls

restless between.         all  full of


                           empty
some nothing son;      feels the silence
                                 crepting
up the legs of sound. to rapt all the noisy
with           brilliant       sheets         of quiet

the lady has me temporarily off the bottle
and now the pecker stands up
better.
however, things change overnight--
instead of listening to Shostakovich and
Mozart through a smeared haze of smoke
the nights change, new
complexities:
we drive to Baskin-Robbins,
31 flavors:
Rocky Road, Bubble Gum, Apricot Ice, Strawberry
Cheesecake, Chocolate Mint...

we park outside and look at icecream
people
a very healthy and satisfied people,
nary a potential suicide in sight
(they probably even vote)
and I tell her
"what if the boys saw me go in there? suppose they
find out I'm going in for a walnut peach sundae?"
"come on, chicken," she laughs and we go in
and stand with the icecream people.
none of them are cursing or threatening
the clerks.
there seem to be no hangovers or
grievances.
I am alarmed at the placid and calm wave
that flows about. I feel like a ***** in a
beauty contest. we finally get our sundaes and
sit in the car and eat them.

I must admit they are quite good. a curious new
world. (all my friends tell me I am looking
better. "you're looking good, man, we thought you
were going to die there for a while...")
--those 4,500 dark nights, the jails, the
hospitals...

and later that night
there is use for the pecker, use for
love, and it is glorious,
long and true,
and afterwards we speak of easy things;
our heads by the open window with the moonlight
looking through, we sleep in each other's
arms.

the icecream people make me feel good,
inside and out.

I opened my eyes this morning,
The first thing i thought of was you.
And, POW,
Tingling,
Licking my lips,
Slowly,
TRACING DOWNWARD,
Towards that place,
You know,
Our favourite place?,
Pretending my fingers, were yours,
Moaning for you,
My back arching,
Welcoming the coming, tidal wave,
The rush,
Only you can give,
******* *****,
Chanting your name,
My head flies back,
My free hand,
Grasps the satin sheets,
The ones we like,
And, upon me,a glimpse of the paradise,
The utopia that waits for us,  soon......
Almost passing out, i scream your name,
Well, i can't WAIT til tonight!!!

obsidian profusion
(from pale scalp)
smothers my
understanding

i've lost my i
looking into
{your}
unimaginable
eye's

viridian temptation
envelopes my physical construct
(and for all my corded sinew
i am so weak to your nuzzling)

please

just

kiss

me

with those unbearable lips

;innocence is the worst sin