morning light
angels proud of themselves
red sunset
look in the mirror
see the damp infants
limping
history is a seedling
feed it or free it
hours ago she left
for coffee and company
do you care to see her again
clearly its a butterfly
hungry for the caterpillar’s food
blood is used
reduced and coagulated
the storms are raging in the attic
pornographic finger-painting
panting and smashing
she lashes out in anger
lanterns are her favorite
these trees are our brothers
deepen and soften
kiss and listen to these secrets
you are sullen and forlorn
the impermanance of mourning
goats are born to roam
and eat
freedom seeks meaning
while history is dreaming
and i am all alone
in her company