Night Ocean

the moon wiggles its
tail on the surface making
some stars wink and blush



in my flite from now

I bumped into yesterday

and confronted mysefl



Church songs

I hear the clergy person’s voice

speaking passionately on matters concerning my soul

of which they know absolutely nothing


As I struggle against heavy eyelids

suddenly I am wrenched into other dimensions by a scream

an other-worldly sound coming up from Africa

by way of slavery

through an old woman’s throat, “Thank you Jesus!!!”

And for the duration of that sound I know,  somebody knows

and I am saved


Titan stain glass angles and a counterfeit Christ, arms extended

watch…!  As I drop one tenth of what I bet on my number

into the brass plate passed to me by a visitor

whose skirt has crept to reveal smooth creamy thighs

and I am lost


The choir’s song moves my thoughts from head to heart

and with thoughts pulsating in my chest I know

at least while the song last, I am saved

The path and the wheel

On a spiritual path

you are crazy to somnolent souls

whose bodies move and breathe

in realities of “Sound and Fury”

that spawn illusions of ‘The other’


Take heed      they will  kill you in self defense

with their tongues

For their dreams bite them

and suck their blood

and the gods they create

will go to the grave

with their brains


And they will return

over and over till

they become as children

For Creator is Love

beyond human being understanding

And time is just a word