AS a little boy we went to
see the circus and all
the demons of life
the fire was bright
i rejoiced in the love
And father said,’son
when you grow up will
you write of this?
to see the demons and
write to nonbelievers
that life is precious?’
i write, “i’m a phantom
for all the living
i’m the blind spot
of life” and so i write
and feel the broken
so sincerity greets with
an occultic shrug –the
impenetrable transparency
of life and death
the circus of demons and life

:: 09-16-2015 ::