"When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses, for art establishes the basic human truths which must serve as the touchstone of our judgment." - John F. Kennedy

Thanks for finding me. This is a fairly random sampling of my poetic rumblings beginning in the mid-70s to present day. Not definitive or complete, just things that struck me again for one reason or another on revisiting. There are a couple of previously published collections here which might be good places to start if you are diving in blind from the precipice.

Try the collections MEET THE BEATS or GLIMMERING RAY DUET (both archived in June 2008 in the menu below right) for starters if you are so inclined...

As of 2016, I will be publishing my song lyrics on a seperate page from the more poetic scribblings here. Pieces that first appeared here and then later were arranged for music will remain here in their original form but may appear edited on the lyric page. Check out the links section for the original song blog.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

HER CURVY WICK BURNS END TO END

Her curvy wick burns end to end
like life's big questions unanswered
over
and over
again.

Cycles spin
hearts align and mis-align
seek some level of comfort
in the blood flood
towards extinction.

And our cells replicate, die out, replicate
like our loves
like our doubts
like our victories and defeats
all in the service of some resilient
resistance to acceptance
-- distraction
the devil's stepchild.



~for Molly. 5/2/08 First published in response to a story on her MySpace blog.
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