Distance
the eternal thing
chimeric lines
converge unseen
in unknown somewhere
sirens sing
the eye goes first
and next the dream.
Yet more thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.
Distance
the eternal thing
chimeric lines
converge unseen
in unknown somewhere
sirens sing
the eye goes first
and next the dream.
Yet more thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.
used to be
the first
forever imbedded
eared, eyed, and headed
for better or for worst.
The alpha note
small-finger-smote
awaking addiction
family friction
in eventual Czernian bloat.
Oh, the hours misspent
a perpetual Lent
da capo ad nauseam
no break or pauseam
my youth distorted and bent.
Why wasn’t I Rubenstein?
Why only me?
What sadistic muse
designed this ruse
this siren-song’d middle C?