INTENDING
 
Searching...
    
    the prompted fell upon the screen
waiting to be told
 
Holy things unknown
    in this place
 
It is where Angels never flutter
    their wings
 
On the banks of the vast
    possessing memory
All things are forgotten to the 
    playground
People grow like vegetables,
    quick and without care
 
Angels thrive in this environ,
    unchallenged
 
Caring not--Unforgiven Fools
    doused with electronic fuels
    ignited only by pronounced instabilities
 
We live a gravedigger's patience
    and die cold.


 
MOST HORRORS
 
Most horrors
    which to me had been so comforting --
    Lasting for a time -- The dipping
        of a  celestial Chalice into the plentiful
            light-brilliant waters, rejoicing --
    And then becoming part of the greying
        scenery of my mind -- lost there
with all the brilliant creations of my youth
    -- the masterful murder plot
    -- the capture -- the tortures
    -- a monsterous hoax -- and a suicide attempt
And settling there with what future genious....With what future rains
                                           ....With what future floods
    And then, after much trouble, and swallowing of pride,
        I realized that....
            I am just as sane as the rest of you


 
THE MUSIC OF A CRICKET
 
He was joyful and laughed
    in his insect-like way
With a bubblish chirping-like hoot
 
But I weeped
    when his brightening song came to close
With a crunch at the heel of my boot