this disenchanted world
yet still chanting in my mind

sometimes I truly wonder
is what we seek just what we find?

society like an ocean
political tides now bind

a wave has washed my nation
a wave both ignorant and quite unkind

You've battered me with your silence
only to shatter me
with your words.

I hunger for this world,
unaware
there is another.

the disenchanted world
from which the sacred fled

now just traces in the past
like the cathedral where she wed

spacerace is the mystery
astrobiology ahead

Aliens have become the Other
will we find them before we're dead?

Moon maddened,
Spoon with me my Luna,
On a blood Moon July,
You and I,
Cry as we die in ecstasy.

time never stopping
only thing that ever will
old body aching

I like libraries because....
really, who can say?

the quiet or the causes?
deep December or merry May?

the reading and the pleading
a place for DVDs to play?

Red Pine's curious volume
Chinese hermits within the Way?

perhaps the wish that I might fish
and find dolphin words that like to play.


                                          Someday!

Five, seven, five, held in
Syllabic prison, save me
Subjectivity