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LIGHTHOUSE (1987)



          Loneliness
       fills his heart.
       The keeper waits
        for the proper
        moment to fire
        up the beacon.
        It shines like
        starlight into
        the pitch sky.
       His job finished
       he  crams  hands
       in  pockets  and
       descends
           the long
               stairway
       taking
          thoughtful
                 steps.
       His mind
           starts to
                 wander
       and he
            cannot
                 recall
       why he
           does what
                he does.
     Reaching the ground floor
   he performs his tasks and glances
  at the door. Through a small glass
window he spies the majesty of the wide sea
rolling into forever. At that moment he feels
the numb pain in his soul wither away to nothingness.
                 He
               knows
              peace.





LIFE IS LIFE (1986)


     What is life?
          Is it a cereal
that Mikey likes to eat?
          Is it a magazine
with neat covers
          and
     informative articles?
          Is it a board game
where you
          go to college
          get married,
          inherit an oil well,
          and have seven kids,
all in the same day?
          Or is it a state of being
     with random,
     meaningless,
     strange,
     and stimulating elements
such as the words you are presently reading?
     What is the answer?
                                   Hmmm...
     Could you repeat the question?



LANGUAGE (1987)

and if "or" and "but"
appear
between and betwixt
but ain't
why was "where" where "when" was
when it was as it was?


MIDNIGHT ON SUNDAY (1988)

Awake
between oblivion and ecstasy
on a tightrope
not wishing to drop yet
tensed by the altitude
pattern in reflex
leaden lids
diffuse to black



VERTICAL OR HORIZONTAL? (1989)

Gosh we've known
Each other for a long, long
Time. Don't you think it's

About time that we...
Well, you know. I'm only
Asking because I love
You with such passion...
!


SENSATIONALISM (1988)

Hooting for those
Whuttering, sputtering souls
Wearing suit coats or the
Wench of the hour on the
Wide screen at 5 o'clock.


RUSH (1988)

If hourglass sands become as molasses;
If wind whips at a slower pace;
If waves calm their frantic lapping;
If eternity is found in every day...

Time is relative to experience;
As an hour seems to shorten every day.
If the rush of life is somehow erased
Is what we lose more than what we gain?
 

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