Death Be not black Be brim with hues Of lime, plum Grey and raspberry Be dots And glints Be stripes of russet Faded-gold Aquamarine Be flame- red feathered Turquoise Yellow Crazy (Like a tapestry) Be what you are Absolved Aware In trust Atoned Serene.
It wears me out This faint-music This trickledown Of missing you.
Time is a wrinkle That, extends a little when you smile It’s finite and empirical I hope it wends for many miles.
She sat down Sucking On a canister of lighter- fuel Having rummaged ’round the carriage For a sympathetic-ear The hoity-toity ladies Made a bee-line for the knitting- wool And, glanced above their spectacles As soon as it was clear That she didn’t have a ticket That she didn’t have a destination Didn’t have the …
A trace of bloodshed on my hands I share my father’s dopey-eyes I’m certified politely- mad But, sadly, I just can’t quite cry A twinkle in my mother’s womb I hope that when I die I’ll know Until then I’ll nurse my wounds A spark begat ex nihilo The alpha and the omega …