Love
I saw a dove
perched on a branch
the other day.
She was the most beautiful
thing I have ever seen.
She started to sing,
as if she was calling me to her.
But as I went over
to caress her,
she reminded me of you;
because she flew away
and shit on me.
March 1991
The Free Zone
I scamper out the portal,
unclothed, screaming,
with pus oozing down my nose.
"You're all insane!" I exclaim,
terrifying the dogs,
and inciting them to bark.
Slowly,
lights flicker on,
as the ignorant are roused from their slumber,
and their pleasant dreams
of the unattainable
disperse
as the harshness of
reality
plummets violently upon their lives.
But there is too much on
my mind
which is presumably why I don't notice
the barrier
and smash my pus-stained nose.
Abruptly,
all that is heard is
the breeze
rustling through the oak trees,
their strong arms extended
in a valiant,
but futile,
attempt to control the wind.
Somewhere
off in the distance
a lark begins chanting,
signalling the commencement
of the virgin day.
"Charlie,"
I cry out,
"remember not to trust
the security of insecurity!"
But my words go unheeded,
falling upon absent ears.
Enraged,
I strike out at the nearest object,
which just so happens to be
a primer-gray '78
Camaro.
This causes much pain,
but it makes my
throbbing,
blood-soaked,
pus-stained nose
diminish it's angry siren.
Once again I become tranquil;
I resume my quest,
staggering off into
the mist,
searching for that
which cannot be found.
February 1992
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