Who Knows

Why you stare
Me at
Me
Stare at me
I stare
See there
Bones

Groans
On the shore
I pick on
My bones

Lickity
And tomorrow
Who knows

Who knows
Who knows
Who knows!

The Movie Worth My Time

I say a movie is
Worth any only if,
Amidst its blazing and dance
With the demigods of culture,
It pierces through
The crud
Of man's depravity,
Breaking through the dead night
Onto light and the day of lust done.

And so the child plays on,
Divinity on hand.

Toward You

To hope in no other.

To see beauty in no sunrise
When my eyes see not You.

To hope for death
As it ends all striving,
And I am in You, and You in me
Completely.

When now all I see
Is me, far and torn,
Your face do I seek,
Your voice I plead--speak life to these bones.

And so I shall walk, though ungainly,
Toward You. By the hand
You shall take me
Toward You.