Sweet Temperament
At the core You breathe a charitable air With tolerant empathy Of benevolent kind
Enlighten
Let me capture you In the spread of the moment As the light brushes against your face
Brother May I
Lay me down by the riverside Just beside the water’s edge That I may bathe In the warmth of your semen
Leap of Faith
There has always been a boundary Between what is old and what is new And what is few and far in between
Breaking Bad
It’s all too familiar The breaking of bad habits The likelihood To return to places
Wood & Oil
She smelled like wood and oil Basking in the pestering sun The stench of lumber and brushwood
Crossroads
And when I leave this place Here I go Onward through to the meadowy lands
The Unwanted Fetus
He must have hated me Deep within the crevices of my nocturnal womb Alone in this desolate tract Where the cactus grows
Sunday Best
Just in the thick of healing You came to me Amidst repair In a gust of sunflowers and samsonite
Bed Of Flowers
Resided on my abdomen Rested like lumber In a slothful crusade About my enamour
