my sinfulness pervades the daily news
and “justifies all my childhood abuse”—
i thank all for the times when I can choose
to turn to earthly and heavenly hues
and true forms and movements and sounds profuse,
and fall out of the war of wordy views
to forge a path to paying all my dues
and win for my body and mind a truce.
* 8 august 2017
a gay’s wait
in the night I read the book of day,
in the day I hear the news of night;
in the night I sleep a dream of white,
in the day I live a pain of gray.
in the night I walk on feet of clay,
in the day I pray with hands that fight;
i wait for the distant lights of night
to grow, to gather, to grant my day.
*12 august 2017
(for Nathalia Go)
Following a dim
Day, the night is as cold as
Grey charcoal ashes.
Waking up from my
Dreamless sleep, I live the same
Greyness in the dawn.
Warm sun and cool trees,
Rainbows of fruits and flowers
Dye my dreams of day.
*26 august 2017