The truth of my existence
was in my father's eyes,
he loved me with his whole heart
in between tying his ties.

The fight for my existence
was within my siblng's reach;
I vastly underrated their
abilities to teach.

The aire of my existence
was urged along by friends,
taking me down pathways
that taught me of the trends.

The light of my existence
lives in my mother's eyes;
she loves me unconditionally
when I let her down, she cries.

wake up, my love,
the sun is up,
you are yet asleep…
the sun-rays are waiting for thee
as you awake the glow of my face,
you will really see.

wake up my love,
the time has come to go…

how on this earth you wish to stay,
yet have your own way,
without the soul of life,
which as we all know is honey.
for that to beget,
a son we have not yet,

so my love, go to work
earn some money.
when you come home,
after your labor and toil,
i shall wait with open arms;

catcher in the sun
the gleam like shells
falling

brass ignitions
like chinese lanterns
rising

falling wishs
like dead stars

drive about full
the gut tension
glassy
past decorated
houses

brilliant meadows
gathered on tests
beyond the thunder
of the periphery

like tracer sickness
pumping in veined
valleys
burning hot in Love

we need the taste
of heaven
not nicotine
and Zippo fuel

Constantinople

schools are chained and padlocked
homes barred and latched up tight
dogs brought inside and hushed
even interstates snuffed of light

under blankets children hidden
slumped wives drivel drunk with fear
men despair in gibbered prayer
the unstoppable inevitably near

for the robots dance at midnight
till the bells all chime at dawn

law shut and shelved the books
clergy refuse to calm or collect
soldiers abandon silent generals
the front finds nothing to protect