I watch him I notice how he leans into the wall, Sinking into the background With one leg jittering, Hammering morse-code into the ground I watch how his lips purse over the rim, Funneling down yet another cup of coffee...

We play games My angel and I We play silly games Stupid games Serious games Hurtful games. We play games My angel and I We play games Of deception Of misconception Misdirection And presupposition We tell lies, My incorrigible angel...

Wind blowing from north to south Sun becomes fearless of darkness Love becomes mother of death Hope becomes matter of time Rivers flow in a wrong direction Direction without love and hope Direction without peace and justice River of red...

the courage to be oneself the coffee mug stands erect on the floor and take note of that shoe under the stool and my books lying everywhere – check this hard-bound copy of Rainer’s poems lying wide open like thighs...

When Memory banks go random, the conscious mind intuits dimensions beyond imagination.    When brown is black, the human spirit moves what should be. Death cannot remember the laughter,    The very same laughter that is so larger than a singular birth....