seasons changing

in every time & every place
there is a reason to efface
certain names & pretty faces
seasons changing

the sea bids me farewell today
shimmering waters of coastal maine
glass tide questions remain the same
seasons changing

back to chilled autumn air
hay bale tombstones everywhere
harvest offerings like a prayer
seasons changing

the world is on fire in revery
old men whistling sad melodies
still i weep for what is happening
seasons changing


whose fragil silhouette

reflects a salt&pepper reality

freight train mind

               with incredible beauty

(mission towards civilization) 

this is the young speaking; 

different ways towards love&life  

all the while keeping

               in the back of

                     your mind


world without end

morning coughs
& songbirds wake
(damn, my head aches)

one more day & I'm gone--
they're all gone, too
& prep school boys
& old women gossip
& my friend is the fag
& "hello dear?"
all these (I'm sick)

here time is not important,
never ending but occasionally
stopping, lingering through veins
& pulsing towards heartmind

junkie thoughts: I can't
everybody dies--why shouldn't I?
junkie thoughts cloudy sky
& my head aches

the dog drags in a rodent
the street dog found him
along the shoreway--drags him in
"what did he die from?"
everybody dies, must've died
from END.

there are many voices &
many faces of this island
(graceful maladies)
it's truly the only thing
still breathing, slow steady...

glory be to the water,
& to the sun
& to the holy coast.