Easter 2004

How the anniversaries
Come and go and some
Old woman gets
Pulled from a
Dumpster in my
Dream, I see her
Hand dark and dirty
Hear the chant
Homo, homo, homo
Realize that my
Home is in that
Derision so that
It’s a good name
Even said in hate
I wait patiently
For permission to
Marry, make merry
Know the broken
Halleluiah of
My own praise
Don’t care about
Saving a world
That is already saved
Finally understand that
Jesus was a visitor
Not here to change
Anything, but to restore the
Memory of perfection
We know now why we
Worship the Sun
Longing to celebrate this
Blazing consciousness
Rising from the
Deadened memory
Of the dumpster
To the Homo Home Hymn of
Being awake this morning.


A Time for Everything


some days are dead
like the old daffodil
blooms yesterday lighting
up the earth today
laying brown and forlorn

i would like to escape the
dark soil making of this dying
would love to make love all
day all night to chase away
thoughts of endings right
after the bloom has fallen

would love to find one place
where i could hang my clothes
and find that i live here in my
own place not someone else’s
but my bloom is past i lie here
making good earth trying to
remember there will again be
a time to bloom