Love talks
in this green garden,
The sundial speaks
of solitary things,
What time is it now
In heaven?
Where is the one
who loves
in green?

A bud
That grows
Forever
in its place:

Not hidden
impaled
in moonlight
dwelling

The smell of
pearl is color
telling ...

My daughter made me promise
When she was little
That I would never die;
And so I promised
... that I would never die

And to this day
Whenever another fragrant
summer flies
And, while I lay in wait
for winter's chill
I ponder my own child's
Words....

(Knowing that I always will ...)

I cried before I knew
that crying ...
was like telling
a story without words ...
I have decided to tell
that story now -
before I stop crying ...

... And so I went
to pick up the pieces
of my heart ...
Strewn about,
like the mayhem
of
September
leaves ...

In the land of Pharmacopoeia
where a river called Anesthesia flows
all day long, the people
who live in Pharmacopoeia eat pills.
Eating pills really is the thing
To do these days and when
Pharmacopoeians, aren't eating pills,
They are on the telephone
talking all about it ...

Little children of all ages, and adolescents
Too; eat pills ... And because,
it's just exactly what the emotions doctor ordered,
and because, mothers and fathers
eat pills too - it is just like, one
happy family, eating one big
endless meal together.

But unlike, the adage, "an apple a day
keeps the doctor away,"
eating pills keeps the doctors really,
really, close at hand ...
just a prescription pad away!

Pills in Pharmacopoeia come
in all different colors, shapes and sizes -
... some really make you sit up and take notice!
while others put you to sleep ...
what feels like forever ...

Now, when the people who live
in Pharmacopoeia
get sick from eating too many pills
(like eating too many green apples)
everyone goes to live together
in a hospital;
which is just next to where
the river of Anesthesia flows ...
(and, if by some miracle, you aren't
sick by the time you get there ...
you will be by the time you leave ...)

And because the cure for eating
too many pills ...
is to eat more pills: after a while,
nothing; ... really nothing ...
quite matters anymore ..............

People mutter all day long
to themselves; no one cares
nobody is really listening anyhow ...

People make loud noises,
bodies twitch,
tongues twaddle
Life goes on as usual,

and the river of Anesthesia just keeps on
flowing ...

By now, everyone is having
Nightmares, called
'replacement dreaming'
(a refuge within a refuge) ...

Twitching and foaming
Rocking and moaning
... well; what do you know!

"Time's up, it's time to go ..."
"Well how in the world do you know?"
"Why, Penultimate Insurance sources
just told me so!"

Well, now really, what's the big fuss about?
Maybe, just maybe ...
all of this
to put it very simply ... is,
the tragical comical,
comical tragical, HYPERTONIC, HYPERACTIVE,
HYSTERICAL, HEBEPHRENIC, MELANCHOLIC,
SCHIZOPHRENIC, CATATONIC, SYMBIOTIC,
SCHIZO-AFFECTIVE,
BIPOLAR SCHIZO-AFFECTIVE,
SCHIZO-AFFECTIVE, BIPOLAR (DISORDER)?!!
Tragically comical, comically tragical,
hysterically real,
Manic, Depressive
Blues ...

By your comfort
sorting my evenings
demanding
my touch
I love you in my
evanescence
over and over again ...

Pray, where do you go
in the mornings
when you
lose me
at daybreak?