Every girl and boy
has shortcomings...
High as you are is the strength you owe:
the hand that reaches down to lift...
Not the wisest man
nor the richest can create...
'The Extinction of Useless Lights'
Is appropriate in defense from bombers...
When I was youthful
Magic was conjuring spirits...
The Rialto’s too busy to catch your breath
amid hustling tourists clogging the wall...
Control another
the leash will enslave your hand...
Nothing reduces
to groveling crybaby...
There were Jesus freaks who had no seats
at the feast of counterrevolution...
Golden, short fur, huge head, big enough
to lock onto a bull’s jowl and drag it down...
Nothing like tooling down the road
with a belly of sushi & tempura...
They say holding two contradictory thoughts
as your personal belief is the sign of genius...