There goes the dish in a wrenching cry
no porn
no shopping
no channels
now
blown in the gusher
the sceech of wind
howling
with her hair
billowing flat out
in the wind

shes an animal
pulling down
the rooves of the
town
drowning
the lonesome
strays
in midnight grey
she's matting
down wiping
ground
free
fresh
destruction
born of the
Gulf
with wanton
spree

HURRICANE

The tropical winds from the eastern shore
began to whistle through the outer corridors
like banshees screaming in the night.
the window shutters tight shook to near surrender.
I felt the loneliness weigh heavily on my soul.
as never before. for death was at my door..
I settled down in a corner of my room
wrapped in a blanket, lights turned to dim
as I waited for my world to end.

i took your picture from my heart and hung it on the wall
in the corridor where you used to passage through.
when the night is idle in worship and the passion call
i will walk through the hallway and visit you.

our dreams will remain in the closets of our yesterday
though i will have to move on to tomorrow
i know that i will have to do it on my own; my way
i have no regrets or remorse but only sorrow

Too many roads for miles around
pass by places steep and wild
where in my youth I might be found.
Back then these hills seemed tame and mild.

Sometimes I'll stop at such a place
and think of times I spent in there
back when I had a strong sure pace
and young legs took me everywhere.

On That steep ridge long years ago
as dusk defeated a long day
an owl's flaring dive startled me so
I decided to be on my way.