my name

while trying to comb my hair
forgets who i am

in this room, this room that rocks itself
back and forth searching for gulfs

where silence dissolves into green waves
filled with nibbled portraits

enchanted, impenetrable with spirit
with ghosts, with ashes

committing adultery on my bed
undressing my names
rewarding me with faith

forgive my delirium
i am in love with its likeness
their hands full of copper’d coins

in this abstract that surrounds me
selflessly reassuring me
 there is never really an end

Affecting Metaphors

Without effort the pretty ones suggest
Stanzas crossdressing the troubled souls
Psychiatrist prescribing notepads
Freeing my verses at last
Thematically my friends I am very old
Older than Moses gathering momentum
Encouraging the fanciful dialogues
Medicating typewriters cheerfully
Prolifically rescuing all of my obsessions
The sentimentality beneath these lines
Trusting the critical sensed tones
Evermore trespassing the loud voices