Thursday, August 18, 2016


A screen keeps me
from still night skies
as stars spill
through my hand.

There wishes drain,
stars venerated
in the name

A Question summons craving
and drags down the moon
'til it waxes full
within the breast.

The vertigo of saints
held too long from clay
wherewith we all sprang
these dreams crave.

Endless night
of stars and
sovereign freedom,
nothing eclipses

Only a lover's eye
beholds this

To eternally love
in articulate time,

A split infinity,
the circle squared by rhyme.

Friday, August 05, 2016

The Mendacity of Oracular Pride

Start at 52:55 until the end. "America is Back!" "Gaddafi is dead, Assad is on the way, Al Qaeda is on the run in Yemen and elsewhere, and we got Bin Laden!"