Let the world go
Crazy; the Moon is full
Of compassion for us fools.
The Moon is closer
Tonight, like a lover;
Closer, beaming to be embraced.
Lunacy
Is common even without a spot-
Light to spur our dramatic sense.
The Autumn Sun's descent
Sneaks up on we who are building-
Dwellers, but twilight tonight is brighter.
Before our time and
After, it has been; perhaps
This is why it shines on us softly.
It's been the collision of Heaven and Earth,
Mingled with our molten womb,
And knows it will never have to again.
Category: Triversen
Muscovy Ducks
Muscovy ducks
Can be big and imposing,
But truly they're gentle birds.
Their big carbuncular
Faces belie
Their golden eyes that sweetly gaze.
Splintering off in several groups,
Two or three buddies swim,
Doing their thing, then recongregate.
Huffing and hissing,
Waggling their tails,
They're actually happy to see friends.
Sometimes they tussle
In tiny disputes for dominance,
But I've never seen it get bloody.
At night they gather together, sleeping
In bushes, trees, or each other's
Warmth—all entirely precious.
Bloody wend of fate
Bloody wend of fate Teacher in suffering Absentee parent in boredom If I can't love you You will crush me And if I love you you will crush me Unseeable prod Empirically unfeelable How do I learn its lesson Powerlessness has taught me My heart can love my body's destruction Not so for those I love Can acceptance edify me Enough that my self could Edify loved ones without Where's a hermit-shaped niche Individualshaped For one's contribution
A place for my poems 