CIRCLE

Loved and left
to feel bereft
of sullen vows
made in the heat
of long ago nows.

Broken and silent
my healing is
violent and I
have forgotten
not, somehow.

DE JA CHANTS

Money as the ultimate drug
Control as substance abuse
Addiction as a daily ritual
Religion as something you choose
Health as the latest fashion
Repetition as a disease
Welcome to the 21st Century
Oh, as if we haven't been here, please.

Control as the ultimate substance
Money as drug abuse
Religion a weekly addiction
A ritual as something you choose
Repetition as fashion
The latest health as disease
Welcome to a century that has never been seen
Not in the mind of anyone's dream.

POEM

something falls
lucid and white
gnarled and ejected
and soon turns black
and lands on its feet
yearning and shrieking
clawing inwardly for its
buried lost heartwhite point
eliminated within packed folds
of dark muscle constricting
around a new heart,
a new heart
a new home

FORGERY

The angel surgeon bent down
once and injected a precise
dose of metal through our skin.
Spear tips heaved,
artillery swivelled,
and a phone call was made.