Nigerian Lobster Coffin, Institute of Art, Minneapolis, MN

With autumn always comes for me a dark night of the ego...

Enjoy:

Hallow's Resurrection

Starting again,

All fires are the same:

Spirit, quiet in the flammable

Til ticked off by some ugly word.

Or turned on by some

Beautiful young girl,

Some untouchable, unsexy young girl.

A flame lives silent,

All day hidden in dry bush,

Dormant

As fallow fields,

But it returns as light

Like a dream begging for attention.

Your demon, your fantasy – fire is both.-

The Darkness Light Brings

Early morning

but the half moon is high and white in

an early autumn sky.

It tells of a passing

from night into day,

and the spirit that lingers from dreams into waking.

Watching us, a second sun -

lighting a path from the unseen.

The light darkness brings

is meant to be swallowed.--

doorway, Chicago, IL

There is simply no way you are getting enough poetry...

Hubris

Space where air should be is

All around you, but no air.

A giant in the night, Orion gasps,

Launching himself

At wisdom.

Athena laughs at him

And his empty pack -

Arrows loosed

All over the galaxy

Falling like brittle leaves

To earth.

She reads the sky like braille

And translates it to Modern Japanese - in haiku.

Orion lumbers through the night,

His pride in knots all around his ankles.

The Pleiades are watching and giggling,

Athena still reciting poetry.

Tumbling over his moccasins, Orion lands

In the River Styx,

Only too glad to go home.

Life on Earth was

Too difficult to figure out. –