26 November 2001

There prostrates cumulonimbus man
with heavy head in weary hand-
Appealing to heaven as only clouds can.

There in the arch of our canopy,
on bended cirrostratus knee,
he bows in blue humility.

There he is, a worthless drone-
One of many sent to die alone-
in a clash of fate and sweet ozone.

There is where he knelt to pray
and begged that he would find his way-
then closed his eyes and went away.

There he cried a single drop,
as he felt his insides filling up,
and beseeched the lord to take his cup.

There was a sky put to the test
when a billowing man was laid to rest-
He never died-just evanesced?

Every car is converting me-With bumper-sticker theology

Got milk, got Jesus, got instant religion

Like the breakfast shakes they pack with ?nutrition?

Got take-out gospel on television

Just send God a check in lieu of contrition

Evaporated sacrifice and powdered deep devotion

Just add a dash of hell-fire and a frenzy of emotion

Put the lord in a can packed with witticisms

With a pinch of wrath and criticism

Dehydrated deities-castrated in their marble glories

Are waiting for evangelists to conjure up their stories

The hypocrites justify their hate with ecumenical concentrate

Scripture is for frontlet bands-too antiquated for us to learn

All we must do is obey the billboards-Jesus loves you-Turn or burn

09 October 1999

Sometimes I feel like I'm not really here-and sometimes I know that it's just fantasy-

I want to fly away from all the charcoal sadness-it sketches the tiles of the presence that lets me know I am free...

I have come to understand that the more I try to save her, the less there remains of her to be saved...

15 October 1999

I met who i was again and so I spin and so I spin This is where the revelry becomes the sadness you can be-He lies in air without a thought and if only I could feel the silence

-ignorance is this-

I tripped on my own melody when I forgot who I must be and so I fall and so I fly-This ring is not an end-an echo-mere eternity-I want to trim his equilibrium and mar the proverb of his life

Oh, help, an eyelash fell on me, and I can only survive my mommy's pain-Sands are shifting under my ribs-I know I'll break unless someone gives-how can he see himself so highly?

-arrogance is bliss-

I found my extra button-the one to replace what won't go away-and so I scream and so I shine. No more sadness, I've decided-I touch hiatus deep inside-and he is asleep

-salt is in his kiss-

16 October 1999

I don't understand why the flowers won't grow

And I can't comprehend 'cause I know I don't know

and sometimes I walk alone

and sometimes I walk alone

So get off my petals and look at your hands

In the autumn I wander terrazzo

In wonder I look at the light

I always believed that he was here

Even though I had seen him in flight

18 October 1999

This is where things start to get ugly.
This is who I am.
I don't want to be here,
but I want to be where my soul is.
He is at home, wishing he could be with me.

I want to hold the frightened creature,
but she flutters away when I reach out.
Don't be afraid, little butterfly,
I promise I won't crush your wings.
Poor misunderstood faery.
No one will brush the scales away.

Hush, little one. It will all be over soon.

My wrists hurt in stigmata patterns
and I wear a fiery crown.
I understand your voices,
but cannot feel your pain.

So why did he hurt her anyway?
Not back to the real world.
Re enter today.