PurgatoriosI have sat in the mouth of Satan and heard his words,Tasted his fear.You also were there and rushed headlong into the black hole.The sand caught fire and we ran,Naked, noble, slicked limbs and flashing eyes.I rejoiced in my torment, and still I ran."Sorrow, not loathing has fixed itself so deep within my heart.It will be long before it is stripped away."Time slowed and we were forbidden to run.They ran around us, but you grasped me from behindAnd I could not kiss you.Higher we climbed, past greedy and virtuous,Lovers and killers and tyrants, allLeft behind.I am not sure if lingered long in the place where sins are burned away,What penance we madeOr if the time for making penance was long since passed.But when we reached the peak of Purgatorios,We drank of the river Lethe and forgot.
UntitledI turn over, leaf-like, before the coming storm.A gust of hot breeze and the wind chimes groan in hollow protest.In the foreground, fireflies blink out.The porch swing creeks.It seems so far away, although its dark vapors nearly brush my hair;The trees scarcely murmur.Then I see the lightning! Majestic in violenceBut dreadfully still.Electricity, light, and heat fused into an instant's perfect crown!The television muted and forgotten when you left the room,Unnoticed.What did the thunder say?
It left no answer,And its light only made the night seem darker.No raindrops, no sound, it left me cynical and disinterested.All fury, neither sound nor sense that offeredAnything more than a faint mumble of something gone wrong.A storm without rain.