comfort- to be mad
an insensitive speculation
but better perhaps
than the disgusting clarity
of self-imposed sanity

the graveyard is forever filling up
headstones in neat rows

your name will be read there
along with your two dates

it may say 'poet'
or may say nothing at all

allowing silence to speak
allowing silence to be.

Penang, penang, penang,
Piining, pining, pining,
High humidity,
or arid mountain-tops,
And love, to homemade gentle kisses,
grasping at the eternal,
Katmandu fires imagination,
A meeting place,
Or fascinating connection,
Sleep and awe,
With quieted emotion,
Driven into souls,
And held,
Nicely anticipated dreams,
Give way to unpredictable realities,
And soft promises.