Why is it colors know
The things that I can’t say?
How did I come to feel
So lost in yesterday?

The color’s in my head and hands,
The anger’s in my blood and bone,
The voices do not bother me,
For I am one, alone —

The inspiration of the eye,
The resurrection of the mind,
The colors of our diffidence,
The future, left behind —

Where is it colors lead?
Those siblings, Joy and Grief,
Have come to take me far
Into my own belief —

Why is it colors point
Beyond what I can see?
And why do I begin to know
The faith you have
In me?

to feel the dark again

i want to feel the dark again
to feel the dark
to know the dark
i want to feel the dark again
and let it stain my soul

but not with evil’s angry touch
to be no pain
to know no pain
but not with evil’s angry touch
amid the darkened hole

i want to sense what isn’t there
not with my eyes
my lying eyes
i want to sense what isn’t there
and into dreams embark

i want to be what i should be
but never was
and never am
i want to be what i should be
a creature of
the dark

Telling The World How to Live, and Other Follies

As children, we
Like to play with
Dolls or action figures –
Or both —

As adults, then, we have a tendency
To want to spend our time in
Similar endeavors.

One type of person plays the game
Using actual living people;
Spraying the world with unsolicited advice,
Unsought for ‘expertise’,
Attempts at sexual or social domination, or even
Aspirations to rule peoples

The other type constructs fantasies that
Are recognized as such;
Fictional worlds where they’re in charge
Of everything,
From the relative benignity of
Constructing their own stories to
More pernicious power fantasies that
Border on the first category of person, above

We’ve all observed, and often, that
Those who most want to control others
Frequently lack control over themselves or their own lives,
And the irony of that seems to escape
The people involved

Like an overweight diet expert, or

A faith-healer with a limp