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It never occurred to my childs mind that these might be dreams, but now I know they
were. What else? She came only at night, when the windows were black. I could sense
her appearance, but was powerless to prevent her arrival. Still, she taught me well. Hard
lessons drowning in dream on sweat slick sheets drilled by the mistress of night terror
lodged at my core. This witch schooled my deep mind until I knew what woman was, that
to court her was to dance with pain, that desire raised only to crumble to fear.)
My lust
a simple thing like dust
I thrust
My cause is just
Nuns and Monks
Nuns and monks
stench worse than skunks
Id rather punks
or seeping drunks
Open to the Ground
Open to the ground you are free to leave
roam casual and clowning toward corners
one fine dot reduced by half
reduced by half reduced
infinite expanding
are you thinking now
about to turn into traffic
set to merge with warning shout
mainstream ears on newscast eyes on billboard foot on gas
floating on the flowing wordless knowing
Steady! You are free to
leave
Rest But Brief
Rest but brief or you'll ne'er gain
surcease from sorrow or from pain Both come dancing close upon
the darkness which, before the dawn,
gains birth anew midst whisky heart
impassioned with the urge to start
another lust, another road
trod oft & spur'd by Lethe's goad,
yet pauses, blinking, at the light
and, gazing wistful back to night,
seeks vainly for a wisp of star
to mark the distance come thus far
& hears the blackbird cackle "Lost!"