Sometimes I sleep
sixteen hours at a time.

My body catching up
with my

dreams


Soul Survivor
March 13
2014

Don't look back, love -
the past only brings bad luck.

I arose to the
subtle scent of a skein
of moist desert
her
weathered brown cheeks
slightly dewed with
tears

The company of
mute
charcoal
clouds cluster

conspiring

but never consumating
the JOY of
happily wedded bliss

the fruitful mating
of
earth and heaven

RAIN.

The earth recieved
only a wet kiss
and the sky

wept

softly


Soul Survivor
February
2014

Brightest light of pupil
Lens of isinglass
Lashes fringe your shutters
Vision becomes flask.

Sparse your recollections
Copious your thought
You give away your images
Your mind completely fraught.

In small glassine packets
They are completely free
But though you've eyes to view them

Still you do not see.


Soul Survivor
2013