Gira the Tigress


The Tiger smolders
Then bursts upon the little deer
Consuming everything

Gira’s jaws belch smoke
Her tongue scorches and sears
Red orange teeth of flame

Untrammeled power
She eats and transforms all things
Belly of the Beast

Imperious cat
In your giant paw a wand
GIRA is thy name.

No Man but God


Beneath an undulating Van Gogh sky.
(stars blazed like meteors,
we sat down upon a mossy step)
and watched Picassos walking by
the Boy with Pipe and Woman Weeping
the Minotaur and Marie sleeping.
(Freefalling together through the body of Nuit)

Poets, painters, artist writers
mystics, mages, freedom fighters
and a dead Rolling Stone
and the story of the Prodigal Son
Float in a swimming pool
Kurt poses witha loaded gun
and Sid wakes up with a bloody knife
and Billy Burroughs shoots his wife
St John of Bag gets shot
and dies
caught by the Catcher in the Rye

Oscar, Aleister, Modigliani,
Secular saints wreathed in glory
Bent not broken on the Wheel
of Fortune
You dared to storm
The gates of heaven
The brightest, bravest, mocked and slandered
The world now shakes with your dark

the gates of heavenrm

The Bee, The Key and The Crown.


Don’t look back
The Master says
Bee here now
Not yesterday
Do not done
Speak not said
Seek the living
Leave the dead
Create your future
Don’t repeat
The hawk flies far
Above the sheep

The page is blank
All is forgiven
Nothing is true
All is permitted
In the moment
We will build
A doorway to
Another world
A shining future
Infinite, vast
Let’s write tomorrow
The past is passed!