Each life a hurricane.Hurling blown debris.Lies passing lies.Hurt mixed with pain.
Pain implies a non-God,a specific creation of ouch.Reading Hardy to cheer up.Toothache as revelation.Maggots in a festering…
Without beauty,who could bearthe world’s pain?
Pain, you knock on my bonesLike old pipes in the winter,You steal my breath,Leaving me gaspingAnd graspingFor…
The world is yours, and all that’s in it…
“I am the way and the truth and the life.”
Wake at two AM. Wonder why. Why?Old man in a room of unbroken stillness.The world sleeps, but…
Dear hard-working spine
The casual cruelty of the day;the secret shame of night.