Saturday, October 2, 2010


The possibility of things happening twice
is null.
Unless you are Lazarus.
Life, Love, Death
happens once.
And this seagull that is flying by
is forever gone for you.
The only thing that repeats
is the green grass
and the cry into the Blue.


Worrisome, drunken dreams.
Lips twitch.
The full yellow moon
dips into the cloud only
to slide back up like a pendulum.
My cat howls at the moon.
And my dead dog meows.
While I float in an
oriental swamp
somewhere in Laos.

Holy Day

The glossy eyes of the sheep.
Not the sheep.
It's head.
On the platter.
All around men rejoice
About who loves God more.
God shuts the door.