Universe As Monoverse (To John Donne)

As the distance between us is fading

Grow up the walls

of our useless vital fears

 

We are not – still being

Separate

 

Instant c (to Dylan Thomas)

I’m on the see-side

facing sales

Will the seas hide

faces and sails

or simply cease and size

Faye’s hails

to a seaside sun

fading nails?

Xanaxdu (to Samuel Taylor Coleridge)

Drink

– please do –

this Milk Of Paradise:

a fuel just to fill

a fool on the hill

with a foot oh so ill

of a iambic Will