Look to the night sky
see the stars twinkle...
My starkest moments
have not been recorded, yet...
It was not dark
in a killing field...
In a haunting trove -;
there was a synthetic insanity...
Sorry
Mister Blackbird...
From the top of the hill I can feel
the wind blowing on my face...
in a rumpled,
black city...
Little worm appears
After much scratching, gets lost...
You held each raindrop,
with its shy, flickering shine...
A sorcerer moon was rising
amidst grizzly clouds...
THE ANT AND THE FLEA
One Day an Ant and a Flea did meet, they sat down...
That satanic streak
of tireless undressing...