A Curious Fear

something lingers there just outside my sight

at the outer edge of my consciousness

some vague essence always peripheral

calling me to toss my blindness aside

throw curtains of awareness open wide

overcome the repetitious and dull

all reactionary responsiveness

and lift my weary face toward the light

but what rapacious creature craves my view

not being sure i keep my gaze askew

Phantom Self

soul shaped hole

do you pray to comprehend it

qualify coincidences

repeating names in mirrors

until the murdering ghost appears

until all such superstition is known

the conspiracy of existence

falls to mutable arithmetic

rubs its elicited form against gravity

and shapes a miracle mosaic

of proliferating life

what more magic is needed

what more enticements

will you still cover mirrors at night

Bat Boy Crosses A Line

remember the rubbish 

awaiting our wonder

when the warring world 

was waxing weary

and we latched onto fictions

unsolved mystery books 

in the elementary school library

with aliens and ghosts

thunderbird’s enormous shadow

but the roar the natives heard 

was no bird 

some plane passed through

a cloud over the Bermuda Triangle

and dropped off the radar

when i heard American Indians’ name for it

i knew sasquatch was real

some alternate hominin 

hiding in forests out west

and don’t get 

prepubescent me started

on Loch Ness

my 13th birthday gifts in hand

anger betrayal 

a supermarket tabloid

Bat Boy silently screaming

on the black and white cover

that too-close too-clear

obviously computer crafted snap

ended the illusions

a lie that was such a lie 

it poked a hole in all the lies and i

somehow sad i couldn't believe 

in lies anymore