The Devil Is Nothing

Telemachus 18

Stripped of gloves and pockets
Resigned to gloomy doorways
We have eaten all that was left.

Where hope leers, strolling
Out- passed away gravely sorrow
Among the leaningplaces
A Jesuit disrobes.

Collect the limp, empty rags
And turn them into rebellious missles
Hands to collar tie the tie

The Shade Leans In

Circe 514
The prick objects
The cock the whore
Cracking chewing relaxing in
A gas-powered overcoat

Snap and bite nibbled kittenish
Opens silverfoil
Conjured impelling fingers to go
Up piece by given piece
Til passing the door

In the Valley -Telemachus 28

Burying the edges
Beyond the trampled bones
Saved from love
But given up to loneliness

The lean neck of the snail
The sums of stained dismay
The bed of ashes
The blind tongue

A poor soul gone to heaven