Tachyon Violet (for Daniel)

The thing about a poem–It travels forward backward–The deeper you press in,The more sense that first–line–Read a little while back–Becomes defined to you–Like a highway sign in reverse. It purifies the colors: bright spectre!And the mind and soul of sunlight,Hidden, awash in sol-light, becomesViolet violet blueIt makes all the detailsMakes them real– Tachyon definitionas theContinue reading “Tachyon Violet (for Daniel)”

Daniel, Let Me Hold You Now

All the Pink Floyd pigs on the wing fled long ago–with their Les Paul angles– And God was long dead by the timeJesus molested Nietzsche And Freud– What Prophet Muhammed really said about love and menwas lost eons ago in an Alexandria library fire– But Daniel, let me hold you now. It will be 100Continue reading “Daniel, Let Me Hold You Now”