A raven wakened me today,
delivered me from moldy bed
liberating me to stray
from considering the dead.

I awakened to a dream,
some poets neglecting rhyme.
Picture boxes sit and scream.
People have no sense of time.

Time proceeds here without ticking,
clock hands sweeping, never ticking,
typist typing without clicking.
My past will return nevermore.

trailing the stars of dawn
from an endless moonlight
sleets drooping a prance
of solitary ascendance

frost blizzard radiance
of the glaze, fall mists
strewn crinkled micro flies
heir of early waters, studious twinge

quenched solace to abide
the saddest renewal elegy
dew grays of hallucinogen
glistening, the nights chest

glittering hoarse, the soul
a hidden water, spilling
most lonely, silken light
virtuoso scents of blitz winds

ovid worlds
like rain
repelled
the karmic ashphalt
steam rise song
Summers heat
diesel thong

Ruin of dust on truck
tracks
sporadic freights
on rails long
the heavy tools
rucksack

Kalash
and twenty pounds
mud huts
dogs kids and cooking
moms
mens murmured voices
rising above the phone
wires and hydro din
jets with shark fins
rocket hiss of drones
we die we live
no choice
just pray
no bombs

...

it
this one way street
ran
Full of scraps
and televisions
shopping carts
ditches like the
entrance
to Hell

Smelled like sour
milk and happiness
for the sun shone
in and stole
the dour
raised flowers
like exclamatory Shouts!

The beast registered tagged
stickers of safety was ready
for flight
His boredom princess
with Rapunzel Zeal
Rumplestilskin behind the
wheel