Poetry

Hidden in a shaded grove by the fountain—
businesses across the street live on Glamour
the restaurant on the corner serves Prestige
cars drive by on a cobblestone street
headed toward The Future and The Next Best Thing

Hidden on the bench of old wood near the water
writing, I am thinking about Lucifer
the curiosity of A Satan
as the pool man nets the water clean
talks of his bartending days with a lady to my left

Hidden in the dappled shade beside the water
I am wondering about people, the Angels, Lucifer
and I believe I am starting to understand
Unreality and Insanity better than Known Reality
and I can See the opposite of Truth is Blinding Pride

The Sufi Mystic in desert-dweller land where Heat
and Longing pull men into a Burning-blind Madness
could explain the craft of Delusion in Mirage
but who speaks that truth on park benches
sitting in the Center of the Delusion—

I think of Lucifer.
I am not thirsty, I say.
And he smiles.

Poem: September Trilogy

1.

This is what
I am
You will
Love me for it
Or hate me
For a portion.

2.

I want
You want
We want
On and on and on
An infinity
of dissatisfaction 
consumes &
destroys us.

3.

We are learning to love —
but in poor bankrupt ways
that break our hearts.

~September 2019

Poetry

Poem: the curiosity of A Satan

Poem: September Trilogy