Some had toys 
me I music 
melody not lyrics 
for I had 
my own words 
but music it
flowed as smoothly 
as skate upon
ice as easily 
as drip down 
glass saturating me
I that held
music then is
all I’m not 

Rest weary soldier 
stay past dawn 
let your dreams 
play a little 
longer let me 
soothe your muscles 
and whisper music 
there’s no need 
to fight night 
let this darkness 
cradle your day
wars can wait 

New curtains draw 
and blinds cleve 
this quiet night 
even buildings sleep
like an army 
of giants whose 
freshly sharpened blades
catch the last 
moments of moonlight 
as their animals 
stir and rise
slowly as the 
mountains behind them 

I’m just 
another corner 
in a
very big
round room
where nothing 
ever gathers 
lest it 
define me 
as something 
other than 
this nothing 

For me 
that is
this pursuit 
of temporal 
follies such 
as sex
wastes one’s
life energy 
imagine bottling 
it up 
feeling it
seethe looking 
for any
escape denying 
it same 
letting it 
steep stew
and age 
drink this 
desire now 
get drunk 
on its 
immaturity or
wait until 
its aged
and then 
savor it