Lyrista

The split in the walls of Time
Widens, and you walk through
Corridors, eons, new…
Why can’t I come with you?

Up towering heights you climb
Seeking infinity
Far, in a sky-black sea…
Left here on Earth is me.

And you hear the centuries’ chime
Caroling, one by one,
Tolling our Time’s now done:
Hope that is left…is none.

For now that you’ve vanished

M, I’m
Pining in this bleak place,
Dreaming about your face
Lost—untraced—in space.
1981

No

No friends but pen and page
Hear your words of rage.
No wife but words and wit
Rhymed to tightly fit.
No mistress but tears
Treasured down dim years.
No gods but gods of song
Now, but not for long.
No enemy but Life
And its rust-dull knife.
1977