jammns

(10/27/2003)

I hear them clearly ringing out.

There! Amidst the punctuated pauses and exclamatory phrases – between things spoken and heard and things written and still others read – they exist!

Subtextual often yet substantial all the same; evoking tactile sensation some of them do. Duely and true if your comprehension is clear.

When words are a burden and understanding not knowing and knowing and knowing is not loving and love is lost then words cannot contain and only angels can try to (from hell) fly for the telling of true meanings is never to be foretold and only heaven has foreknew every father. It is He who forgave all the emotions that He gaves and the somber yarns I know and spin to words now have grown from the roots . . . ANGRY FOR GRAVEYARDS

in an unable to be elucidated manner = ineluctably

The proclivity so instilled in me

to wander extemporaneously

through written words

or those also heard

astounds with the profundity

that seems to step, step, step

(yes, sometimes haltingly) into

phrases never penned and

collections seldom said

and they keep pouring from my head

and unequivocally reap the

kid in me – a flower of life –

and equally I’m soaring

as the sun in a radiant equilibrium

circa 1976