Poems

A few moments, first. Reverence for the masters – A sudden blow: the great wings beating stillAbove the staggering girl, her thighs caressedBy the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,He holds her helpless breast upon his breast. How can those terrified vague fingers pushThe feathered glory from her loosening thighs?And how can body, […]

A woman’s beauty is like a brown, fragile butterfly Her eyes. The sky. The wind and the love in the clouds above. There is no beauty as beautiful as the lines behind the eyes. The thoughts. The soul’s imagination. Inspiration. The voice that gives the width and depth and meaning to the beauty of the

Good. Evil. The God. The Devil. And the power and passion Of life and love. Death is a snake that strikes and ebbs Leaving only a tale. Orpheus. We are meant to live for this life Though a next will certainly follow. When I return 2000 years or less The smoke won’t be the same.

In each step that you take To defend our ideals From the soot on your face To the fear you embrace You proclaim to the one And the world as a whole That Americans care For the poor of the soul. Your attention is firm Your fidelity, real From the blood that you live To

I’m drawn to you as sky is drawn to Earth. As water is, to leap your daring Falls. The way creation is, to joy of birth. As faith and reverence, to hallowed halls. You are a second soul. My gravity. An inspiration for ten thousand lines. A silken chute above security in air whose height