u don't know the awesome power

of being able to kill at will
no repurcussions in fact the facts
will be known but you will not
go to jail. already only lifeless
commodity. a space
in the web. it too must taste canyon wind.
dispersal. i will go to the temple
because i like the wafer and wine
the temple which sits on the crag's
highest point. the chair

is sweedish design, molds you to its
contour. the ottoman is a desk drawer
cushioned by a pillow shaped to resemble
a turtle. but no turtle like you've seen
in the ponds, this one has triangular
shades of primary colors joined into its shell
representation. i use it as a sop.

i'm still thinking of judas.
the neccesary tool. jesus gave him a sop rome
gave him silver. i have always worn silver.
gold makes me itch. there is music here
inside this inner chamber. behind me is a view
of water. trees. voices come from an antechamber
where the boys play video games and such chancy
endeavors. from a tent comes unplugged
bass and smell of patchouli. above
me some other pilgrim, pacing. behind this door
lies a princess, sleeping. she hung
my clothes to dry last night when the dryer knob,
patchy since we moved here, quit in earnest
and she broke the stem trying to turn it.
she hung my clothes up instead of leaving them
in the dryer. small kindnesses.
maybe at last we learn how to live together
by visiting other's abodes. she was away
for 2 weeks. she goes now, testing
ground for sinkholes, her wings begin
to sprout.










along the florida savana


one day traveling to orlando
the sky a luminous gray, soft so that
the land rolled by in stark cutout
like a christmas card silhouette
in three dee. so that the swirring grasses
held daymoths and the husks of green
crickets. so that the wheels rolling became
stationary and earth was the thing spinning
bearing you ever closer to a destination
you're unsure of, you didn't chose this it was forced
on you, by dint of birth, and you
wondered about a butterfly's value you turned to me
and said it wouldn't have mattered
at all if i had never been
born. and i told you of the chaos
effect on weather, the power of one thin varicoloured wing
i don't think you ever believed me
and i know you're not the only raindrop on the pond but of one
thing i'm sure, you've mattered
in my universe. i don't know if i said that then.
the traffic was bad. there was construction ahead.