Category Archives: Poetry

the first book I took from the adult section out of a library   well…it was Beau Geste never had I heard of Freud what’s a Mama’s boy   now I’m old and gray re-re-reading good old Jung without ADD

it’s 2013 to take a few histories to match the fiction   more often frantic the quicker antiquities in a cave again   the road from Susa to Nalanda to, what then, but a rogue planet

burn a library atop a copper mountain proper parables   suffer no malaise the coastal lotus eaters supply pilgrimage   (realtime no delay) the ashes are no burden the treasure is a flame

nebulosity definite demarcation nothing on the edge   redder blue or light alone an indication of impermanence   inverse decision a negative develops in a silver year