«I come undone and any ploy, / Insanity’d be welcome now, / They stroll toward me (by Fate employed) / An armless man with pregnant spouse. An angel hands a lyre to me, / The world turns lucid — crystal glassed, / While they, called up by new marquee, / Will gape at Charlie’s lates...»
«The secrets under Maya’s garments / My hand is timid to reveal. / Reflected world of wonders, charming / In your large pupil — seems surreal. And combinations intertwining / Spell love, show parts of city street — / The neon lights and Ether shining / Spring’s verve and thaw it ...»
«Oh peaceful hours of precious solitude! / Epiphanies I treasure like prized grain — / Which sprouts from my soul’s dark terrain / From inspiration’s seed to charmed and verdant fruit. Souls' torments in the days gone by / And wine — set heart aflame; / While now sole remains / ...»
«He hung without swaying / Thin belt on branch's bend. / His hat — a black remainder / Marred freshly combed sand. / Left palm, pierced by the nails, / Of still, yet stiffened hand. The sun ascended slowly / For noon its horses set, / He faced the morning Helios / In somber tet-a-...»