(2000)
The night, Warm and heavy. Your dress, Mauve. Your eyes and hair,
An image, a ghost An impression at most. Morning light creeps through the s… Fingers in hair, goodbyes and hall… Muses, abuses, sings for dinner
We, all of us, huddled, griping fi… in the halls of caverns and caves, waiting for the surge of the onrushing tide that would c… Those inner chambers, and blast us…
The compound eye. Looks at me from every angle, directly into my soul. Our minds are one, connected across the space between…
Man, I feel your pain. I know how the heart can burn, and How the fires can rage I hope you weather it well, and
Remember not the television The glazed cubes and orbs Shining in the neon lights Keeping us from the contemplation… I love all men,
Rose—petal paint flaking, On a small iron wrought gate, In a length of wall. But for creepers, And crawlers and
Listen thyself, not to the birdson… To the tick of the clock, to the s… For that will cast only the shape… And your desire will fill the moul… Look not at color and shape,
Crawling through the mud Raising my head To look at the stars I see only your face Patterns depict your eyes
On thermal currents along the shore Out and back, Seeking silver sided fish Glistening in the sun
Thou, so happy nymph, My fulsome pounding heart, Waited on the stone folly! Through the arboreal arch. Married with moss and ivy
Within you Cosmic queen, Angel of purifying grace, I see the innocence, playful creation,
You sat at the restaurant table; Your eyes rested on the bubbling h… Gazing at the distant waves, and s… beyond the lighthouse at the head, As a painter would paint you,
My eyes gaze upon the wonder of L… Natural harbour from gaining winds… I think of living here in the wood… to look back lifelong at the soari… secluded in the memory of Anglo-I…
Lest you walk through her streets, and feel the granite at your shoul… taste the stone of old bridges Bow waves at her supports Surging torrents of energy through…