A Modern Pastoral

"Nymph, come to me touch your lips to my ecstasy, link your arms with mine, dip your fingers into me and spell my name endlessly in the sorrowing sibilance of the sea. Forget the sun, the moon, the s..."

"O Mother dear, listen now --- This is your son roaring: I am a beast back from my horror, To his family returned, Returned to this pale pink country Where miscreants are spurned. You, mother to a mon..."

"Up in the attic In the deep of the night A pale hand is writing Against the pain and the fright. That small hand is writing Hungry and haunted, Waiting to waken The people below; It waits to waken T..."

"Mouth full with Mama’s breasts, I happy lie in Mama’s arms, Meekly minding Mama’s milk So she doesn’t spill. Tickled tit makes Mama laugh When tongue on teat taste-touches So Mama tilts her eyes at I..."

"fear is the ocean fathoms deep, which drops to depths undiscovered still, waiting to swallow light and living things. putrid vessels struggle there. bloated, misshapen devils with ancient clans from ..."

"Like dreams, unfulfilled, we float Our phantoms to the soil, Resigned. We shall never rise again, for, having once laid these hopes to rest, the damp earth receives our breath like seeds that one day..."