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Conjecture

                            Conjecture   “The unplumb’d, salt, estranging sea” ~ Matthew Arnold   What Wordsworth felt and wondered rests unknown Against the edges of our minds.  We know, Though not completely, what we feel.  Alone The soul is and will always...

No Separation from the Holy

No Separation from the Holy Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The soul becomes disturbed when it returns From ecstasy.  Ask Saint Teresa or Saint Francis.  Spirit memory still burns Like coals that touch...

Pitifully Bulging with Restraint

     Pitifully Bulging with Restraint The ancient myths refrain from giving hot Exactness to sex swollen loves.  The gate Of Troy is breached, but Homer leaves out taut Male flesh in ram and slam of lust in spate Between Queen Helen’s legs.  When Zeus rapes up Inside...

Iseut of the White Hands Slick

         Iseut of the White Hands Slick She moves her white hands down to find his dark Disgustingness, exactly what her need Is in this darker moment.  Long, and stark, And thick it promises disgusting seed If she is brave and desperate enough To take it everywhere...

Zero Truth from Pagan Mesoamerica

Zero Truth from Pagan Mesoamerica An ancient Olmec scholar dreamed it up. He worked it out within his Allah-less thought. He did not need to use a carved stone cup Of baby blood to figure math’s round nought. This Olmec thinker lived three thousand years (Or maybe...

Righteous Believers Stop their Ears

Righteous Believers Stop their Ears When Stephen, dragged for stoning, knelt at last, The Middle Eastern mob predicted our Times.  Vicious truths lived, brutal, in the past And live outrageously.  Their hour Is near, unending in that hateful realm. This hatred...