How do you do that?
Where to turn to divine the inspire,
inspect the hands that bellowed the fire,
thread spark words on sylvan gold links
bearing jewels through printer's inks?
Thus the poet's words inspire
human love more than mere desire.
Cryptomare Nights
There's a mantis on my shower door
who is praying, who is praying,
there's a mantis on my shower door
who is praying for us all.
In fast festoon a dragon's spray
from Roman gloom scents me away
to dial a monologue while still in denial.
The twister of sand through time's worn
sundial
gains a safe measure made fuller in time
-
compress me my daemons for shortening rhyme
shearing force wearing incessant, sublime.
Time's a poor serpent, serves no one red
wine
with God's given meaning we struggle, divine.
There's a mantis on my shower door
who is praying, who is praying
there's a mantis on my shower door
who is praying for us all?
Demon Cipher
Demon cipher on a left incline
devil's ordered ranks are seven
calling blind on Columbine
thirteen souls en route to heaven
