Stay inside.
Let the gray matter
undulate against your skull.
Let your flesh keep
a tight separate peace
with the world.
Wear the "self"
like some
impenetrable suit of armor.
Soon enough
you can let
down your guard
let the life
ooze from its
neat self-containment
And then you can commune
with what you must
dust to dust.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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