Reach

I reach through the mists
which dreams of her created
may nights never end

Lightning

black sky splits in two
the gods are evil tempered
they curse with lightning

5 a.m. Monday

red rivers, gold rivers
green rivers shine
shimmer on the tarmac
dark wet streets outlined
shattered shapes lost of form
take shelter under frames
colours of the summer die
in these black September rains

Sheets

outside the storm roars
but I’m between quiet sheets
wishing you were here

Scientologist Nursery Rhyme

Little L. Ron Hubbard
was sitting in a cupboard
sorting out the chutneys from preserves
he found some thetan pickle
that made his tastebuds tickle
and discovered the enlightenment deserved.

Needful Things (incomplete)

send me blue hearts and fallen leaves
and your fruit ripe on the bough
give me your first kiss and my last
your body to endow.
send me words that have no meanings
save to let my senses know
between our two spirits lives the reason
for these needful things to grow.

Sparkles

each raindrop’s silver
bejewels the wilting leaves
the autumn sparkles

Trace

trace these words
with your fingers
take them in you
let them linger
wherever you feel
that they must be
therein you’ll have
the best of me.

Pyre

I turn to cinders
glowing red
deep inside her fire
my passions swathed
within the flames
of this carnal pyre

Lotus

purity divine
serene on the water’s swell
she is the lotus