He danced
the wasp's...
dizzy dance
'round the...
slow turn
of a snail...
on the rim
of morning....

In the grace
of an untouched...
landscape he scratched
the edge of eternity...
and slipped
into its ring....

"Bending Time"

1988

 

 

 

 

I understand this—
...that we came
...to pass
...and that we
...pass away.
In the temperature
...of life
there is always
...a fever.

 

 

 

 

 

"By These Rules"

May, 1997

His eastward rush
night high on his head,
his face turning
a deathly blue.

"Bruce"

March, 1997

I lean on this vision
as if I need a doctor.
I gather this prayer
into balls of light.

"Sailor"

1997

A bit like lost in space.
Each one in their own world.
Light years from each other.
This is where time morphs into the
timeless and form begets longing.

"Saints"1997

I sleep
the deepest
sleep
infected
by words
I cannot
speak,
by floating
murmurs
of the
heart.

"Utah"

June, 1997

I draw the ghost
down...
with eyes open
and breath null-
to pierce...
the chant...
of my numb heart/
to pierce the moment
and bring forth
a vision...
to delicate...
for this
muscle world....

"I come Unto Myself"

June, 1998