The poet’s hat was adept in cerebralmatters; It kept his brain warm.It formed a neat halo around his bonecarved dome & hid his mind from thescrutiny of strangers—shaded hisbrow from the sun’s hot daggers. Over shifts in time he would come to learn,that nothing could ever prepare one for theheated rush, or the cruel disappointmentofContinue reading “Covert Reconnaissance”
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Eliot’s Cross Examination
Isn’t it true, that your actions sproutfrom bad nerves & a swarming hive of raging ghosts—tenants of the wetbrain running riot in deep arrears. I wish I could have wrapped you in fine Taipei silk & soft feathers,removed you from the scene of leapingshadows amongst a baptism of winter.Did you suffer by the grubby handContinue reading “Eliot’s Cross Examination”
Time Shifts
It’s a queer notion to consider;the spaces in between nanoseconds& light years dipping slylybelow the horizon line of memory. But it’s fictions of the mind that flatter.They bloat my cranium as I trace smallsteps in retrograde until I arrive backwhere I started—back at the beginning. That’s the place where I remembersilhouettes; the flickering stasis ofanotherContinue reading “Time Shifts”
Visions of Orion Poetry 