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Patch of Prayer

The godless

walked through a

patch of


And even a skyscraper

moves a

little in the wind

against its



Natures of God 

the flitless, solid thorough! 

the flashing, rockness, 


and burrough 

blotless, thingless, weightless, 

love-stuffed, bliss crammed, stateless!

just here, 


veiled, light sheen, 

angel sprawling, shaking hell- 

infinite speed, patient swell, 

widthless, wide most, 


clearest, hidden, christ 

and buddha 


then church-bell gongs! 

whispered prayers 

to bellowed songs!  

ripple absent, so still and waved, 

mountain peaked and quiet caved; 

gloom robbed, gravid blessed; 

sheathless, throbbed; 

billow, pressed, 

death dead, make-saint 

genius rimrocked, 

reason faint;

logic’s sharp, mind’s blunt;

the prey, the hunt 


Ave Maria 

Stave off the crashing worlds of sorrow, 


Clench me close-tight in every midnight and morrow. 

When upon the uneven darkness and wicked I stumble, 

Lord Lady

Velvet me as on that down-ness I tumble. 

If hell hails, then haunts my will to brittle, 


Do not untend me, in your breast be my committal.

If when seeking my work in this realm of compete, 

My Grail, 

Help me complete my orders while supine at His feet. 

And in decade and day that my flesh pour to the grave,

Lordess Virgin, 

Keep Your promise, and make me pure brave: 


Stay with me in that graying, colding dead place, 

Oh Maria! 

And unveil Yourself, love me, reveal me Thy grace!

Starfish Life 

That rived bone, the plummeted bomb, 

The flesh that you adored so dear, 

The comrade and confidant to earth gone, 

The wrecked mind, the goal gaunt year. 

The spasm and twinge of absented love, 

The fretful scramble to gorge the bank, 

The glances for lightning from Above, 

The jostling for a surpassing rank. 

Oh! how all items are so serious! 

Existence a carcinogen, a hurricane of tumors! 

You really should be exquisitely delirious, 

If you could only get God’s sense of humor! 

There are no tragedies, no despair’d black

A broken life, is but a broken nail 

Everything simply, repeatedly grows back

And once again, you are whole and hale. 


Total Tilt (or Ever Rise!) 

me spotted tertialed, covert speckled spec that slow lap the sapphire sweep,

wow! this flighted-crucifix through blue though not blue bare

yawing striped tail, whip fro to, too-too steady in the vast slips of clear

Pinions faintly tip, your total tilt, to round you round some rondure unseen.

scurried thing search? no, not this light – uptucked grapplers!

and your eyes aloft, toward the apogee of the tentless!

you, eagle, know me, are me, though me plumped to this flat this.

but we wait, we patient, circle realms, eyes both toward the ever up

we live not for life, but for some Invisible we know not of, yet aching sense