Eyes Listening
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NOEL
Haven
just a small parcel
garnish’d by man
our housekeepers
preserving our endangerment
though not the wild
the vanishing wild
consum’d by
cement
technology
and violence
this alternate paradise
must suffice as paradise
until Nature’s children
germinate
from Mankind’s progress
… or Mankind’s ashes
Breach
whimsical glimpse
in my sleep
only shadows
of my thoughts
the tongue
of my mind
numb
speechless
knowing her name
knowing the dream of her
cannot hear me
until
the snake
of untimely darkness
becomes a comfort
I’ll never remember
Coliseum
a scar in th’ earth
where a thumb signal
for life or death
was laud’d
then
in the most civiliz’d
of realms
Mates
how opportune
our former flesh
parch’d
to barren veins
to silent hearts
reshap’d
luster’d
by Nature
by Time
by Mankind
slumbering on
embosom’d
for inquisitive eyes
but together
still
Halloween
Real Me at Poolside—
Other Me at Silver Temple—
Both of Me are beckon’d
by the chanting
of very young Aliens
with very sweet fangs:
“Trick or Treat!”
Gray
my future
has caught up
with me
as the present
obsesses
about the past
some thoughts waned
but kept extant
by the faithful
the true loved ones
who stay in touch
and make me beautiful
loujen haxm'Yor 