LULLABY

Evil sees right through me with a smile
How long can you pretend to play good?
Smile broadens as I keep feeding on guilt

The clock strikes one…no mouse runs down

I observe the cat purring by my empty feet
You know it will surely scratch you someday
My feet jerk nervously, deciding upon a kick

The cow jumps over the moon…now foggy

Flesh perched on a cool metal trigger, toying
You will resign as all the others have done
Fingers shivering with the cold metal touch

Bah-bah black sheep…that’s being racist

Evil sees right through me with a smile
How long can you pretend to play good?
Smile broadens as I keep feeding on guilt

To The Shelter of Trees

Take me to the shelter of trees
Where I might taste an orange
Freshly fallen from the branch












Take me to the highest clouds
Up on which the orange grow
Setting to the dew all the nigh’












Take me to the farthest fire
That refuses no fuel we pour
Ne’er bowing to blowing wind

Ink

How blue the ink stain

has deepened on still
paper lettered to anon
I mus’ to heavy spots
clear scratches aback
my body does hurt
not more than a thin
paper cut through me
where word lies lost
without its lost limb
once so blue withstaen’
Fade away, fade away
my faraway memory
for what use are you
as a memoir undone
whisper myself to wind
harsh beating my chest
plays the distant drum
and sings me his song
“how brave mans’ heart
faces howling canons
fearing his love gone”