2/04/2005

Silium's Hill

Shoe Shine Mamma
Spits for her money
Wants to make a living
Try to make her own

All she ever wanted was to
make her own money and
settle down on Silium's Hill

She prayed by the water on Manitou Bay
Sipping ambrosia on a holy night
Counting the lovers that had passed her way
They could not see her on Silium's Hill

On a frozen lamp pole I scratch her name
-With my rusty old penknife
on an empty heart

Standing by the window,
is that you out there
at the Southern Cross over Silium's Hill

Oh, baby will you ride with me
Through the wheat towns to Medicine Hat
When the cold winds blow

I'll be there
I'll hang on tight,
baby sure go for that

Now the old man knocks at my front door,
Shoe Shine Mamma isn't here anymore
There's a stranger in my place
looking out over Silium's Way...

When I am least expecting it
I am reminded of
love amazing love.


2/01/2005

"demon lover"

Here are two pupils
whose moons of black
transform to cripple
all who look:


each lovely lady
who peers inside
take on the body
of a toad.

Within these mirrors
the world inverts:
the fond admirer's
burning darts

turn back to injure
the thrusting hand
and inflame to danger
the scarlet wound.

I sought my image
in the scorching glass,
for what fire could damage
a witch's face?

So I stared in that furnace
where beauties char
but found radiant Venus
reflected there.

-S. Plath


I'm feeling neither the heights of ecstasy nor the depths of despair. Occasionally hatred seeps in to my heart but I waive him off. He has no power over me. The flow of eternal power is steady as a stream in springtime.