FOUNTAIN PEN
THERE LIVED A PEN
WITHOUT A TOP FOR
SHE WAS NOT AT HOME
AND EVERY WHERE
THE PEN DID FLY
IT CALLED HER NAME
UNTIL IT RAN DRY
AND THEN DISCARDED
FOR YOU SEE
THAT PEN
WAS NOT
MUCH USE
TO ME
* * * * *
EXHIBITION
Pose for future references
In clearly painted ink
The dynamics of nature
Or the subtlety of stink
The subject closer
Closer still
Until it is touched
In blatant thrill
Immortality in fleshy ways
That distant maze of death
Becomes more real
More obstinate to seal
* * * * *
Echo
Echo
Echo
Echo
Echo
Echo
Echo
WHO DID SHOUT ?
* * * * *
THE MISER
Because I do not worry about you
I cannot love you
Because I worry about you
Enough not to worry about you
I am trying to love you
Because I worry about you
I love you
Worry
Worry
Worry
Worry
Worry
Worry
Worry
* * * * *
SPACE
SPACE
MOVES
MOVES
SPACE
MOVES
SPACE
MOVES
SPACE
MOVES
MOVES
SPACE
MOVES
SPACE
SPACE
MOVES
MOVES
SPACE
MOVES
SPACE
MOVES
MOVES
SPACE
SPACE
* * * * *
SHRINE
A company of strangers
Marched slowly through
Deathly silent trouble
Formed to cure the few
Remaining strong holds
Deep individual desire
Energy in with fantasy
Belief before the fire
Drowning in the custom
Careful while the game
Fierce anagram of time
Learns to call my name
* * * * *
If all the sky
Were painted red
And people lived
Without a head
Would you still
Colours . . . . .
Perfection
Of the image
To us
Adorned with Light
expecting And revealing it.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Containing And sealing it
As our reality
* * * * *
nuclear waste
Nothing for
This life of wishing to be
In something different
Every time the hurt
Strikes up the past
To last as long as
It endures
The cures
Make vicious
The kind
* * * * *
Hors-d’ oeuvre
Grave
Gravy
Compost
Composite
The curfew
Of abundance
Like the gift
Without a name
Eclipses the social
Enterprise revising
The codes unloading
Procedure
To establish
Its metabolism
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