New Poems

O, Despair!

This has become a well of timber,
Where we are weeping for music,
Mute as maws.

Where is Doom?
Doom is everywhere.

Swimming, swimming in time,
Climbing stones,
The ring of rhyme unknown.

Then, here and there, it's
O, Despair! O, Despair!
A thousand lights shining in a room without eyes.

I'm listening close to the silence and when
The music begins, it's all lies, it's all lies!
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No Such Thing As Love

No sounds, only secerts.
No secrets, only mysteries.
No mysteries, only solitude.
No solitude, only fear.
No fear, only love.
No such thing as love,
Since you've gone.
Not gone, only loneliness.
Not loneliness, only walls.
Not walls, only echoes.
Not echoes, only waves.
Not waves, only waves.
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Home

We never get home,
But closer to it everyday.

Until we cannot tell
Between being there and not being there.

Now, there are two moons, two suns
Which is which is which I say

As tired as white hair.
What is this city? I only know this:

Rows of grey rising out of the land
Some humble, some grand.

The rest of this I wrote long ago, long ago:
Screaming and red, my exhausted mother.
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Restless

Quick! Someone write a poem!

There are wars and earthquakes and cyclones and tsunamis and

The Mayan calendar hurtling toward its halt.

I am in between two gardens
One is barbed wire and I am a boy soldier in a dialogue with ghosts.

In the other I dream among lilacs, restless only for restlessness.
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Other Poems

Other poems are answers,
Mine are questions

Other poems are priests,
Mine are Altar Boys.

The Oceans: is it really possible that these are finite?

Other poems are Oceans,
Mine are thin handbills, read by the wind.