I am sure

I was too drunk

To notice

How wonderful you were

I sat humming

Or drumming

In between the bell pattern and

rattle’s

6×2-rhythm

Somebody skin me

And excuse me

While I vomit

My last five

Exits out of society

Give me grace

Forgive my absence

And confusion

For what is human

And what is it to love?

13

It is the hour

Of vertigo

And flickering light

That makes you question

Your eyesight

Again

Cataract perhaps

Like the moon at times

Slowly dimming

Softening the world

Fear

Is a small mountain

Which below

Is a vast and endless root system

Of the Four Earth Gods

Which

In prayer

You know to be One

Screaming child

The white snow

Bleeds it’s cold hand

Around the sumac suckers

North Wind commands

Us into next season

Put your head to the Ground

Published in Sonadores -We Came to Dream,  CantoHondo/Deep Song Books