In this instant

Lightening stricken

Sounds

Illuminate and

Annihilate

In this
Instant

Of love

And loss

All is movement

After the ******

Father

After you killed me-

Your little boy-

I say goodbye-

Father-

Long after

You died



Goodbye

Breeze soft, sun frail, spring still early.
In a new lined dress my heart was refreshed,
But when I rose from sleep I felt a chill.
I put plum blossoms in my hair.
Now they are withered.
Where is my homeland?
I forgot it only when drunk.
The sandal wood incense burned out while I slept.
Now the perfume has gone,
But the wine has not gone.

We all find our own
Rocky road to hell.

Some unspool thread
Or scatter bread-
Crumbs

To sustain the way home.

For some it is beatrice
Angelically swaying

For me it Lady J

Patiently waiting

God sat on my shoulder

Those days-

Whispered in my ear
Undiagnosed-

Until he left.

The ancient of days
Still clung to the ceiling

Modigliani
Gauguin hanged
Naked on the wall.

I prayed for one
Glimpse

Of the beyond