They tell you about
boundaries, lines, grids
All of that,
except what the unknowns hid

are truthfully fibs.


it’s what you see
it’s what you believe
but only after staring deeply,
can you start to perceive.

Eyes water, begin to gleam

do not leave, don’t even move a seam.

If you give it a chance,
you begin to trance;
that is when your whole world may change.


Anything is possible, even your wildest dreams.

what once was night and day,
transform to a thousand beams

of gray.

Darkness and cold
press like death
upon my windows.
Each year,
harder and harder
to fend them off.
Slowly, surely,
each winter,
they creep deeper
into my soul.
Light and warmth,
only fading memories
of spring, youth
and you.

Allow me to
c o l l  e  c   t.
along tunneled ceilings^ and
unused bones.
They tell me that fire
is hot**
and lakes freeze [over in winter
but I can feel
china doll shar"ds underlying
skins. (Some mornings, when I wake up too early, they've protruded a bit so that they catch against my bedsheets and ensnare us. I grab a hammer from under the bed, pound out silt-size rubies and tangles of flesh)


(Oh, mother, mother, take me in, take me in)