Somewhere in the Grass the Devil Hides


Not any devil
but the one you know
he hides in inch-high grass
and stalks the midnight latitudes
so small
almost invisible
to the naked eye
speechless
seldom heard
except as a buzz
disguised
as the wind
somewhere in the grass
he hides
waits
deceiving your eyes
in green camouflage
he
knows your name.


Whispers at the End of Time

it  will never come, they say,
live for today
tomorrow is an open wound
and tts secret in
whispers and
prayers to an empty tomb
hush
no faith matters
more than the sun
no sun matters
more than a
belly-full of time
until tomorrow
then
shhhhhhhhhhhhhh
for now

 

Photons in My Coffee Cup

Particle or wave
(or something other than something)
faster than a speeding train
(slower than nothing we know on earth)
even faster than the earth
careening through space
at twice the speed of
nothing more than space
itself or less
(if less is more than speed)
and speed is mass
(or something else)
think of it this way:
when I flick the switch
they fill my room
and coffee cup
with light.