VERTEBRATE EVOLUTION

You, sweet guest at a sugared feast,
soon may just be dust in a seared waste.
Today I carry the lash
but tomorrow wear the leash.
Fates and fortunes shift and swerve.
Voices drift from noise to verse.
Some of us skeletons shall end as relics.


A QUESTION OF BEAUTY

Are you, my dear, a sloth,
agnostic of appearance?
Maybe your self's a ghost
and you depend on your clothes.
Your beauty, inherent
or of workmanship a boast?

PANTHEON

Whose slaves are we and the world?
Maya's
Dreams of tomorrows
children:
twirl with the Milky Way,
Vishnu,
feast on wine and bread,
Jesus,
and die and die and die
Buddha,
among the stones and sand and stars.
Allah....

AT YOUR GATE

Be careful! There's a charmer
who's smiling at your gate.
He may be selling dharma,
he may be selling hate.
It may be he's a Witness
or one with a hit list.
He may be selling makeup,
he may be selling plates.
Or you may be a Jacob
who's wrestling with your fate.

ADAM AND EVE AND ENTROPY

But Newton's
apple tree
took root,
bore fruit
as infinity's
axle tree.

My universe
comprises
my consciousness.
But for a part
of the heart
of time
we entwined--
your universe
and mine
embraced,
shared space.

Your-near-my-far
showed no gulf
until time--
diamond mine
studded with stars--
time -- swallowed itself.
Our universe,
our consciousness,
exited existence.

But galaxies
of progeny
expanded eternity.

COMMUNION

God gave us our nakedness,
the bulge and curves
that enmuse and then infuse
the poet's words.
And so, as now we embrace
infinity,
I don't ask you to undress
virginity
but request you to address
divinity.