Down syndrome

I look in through the noise of the heart bell The angelus chiming loud as ever I see a little infant on a little bassinet, crouched in the middle Thumb in mouth, crying for breast feed And she will be more beautiful than any child I’ll ever know She won’t dream of a doctor’s set…

Dream

No one can blow the flame In your eyes, nor can they fish the dream Out of your heart. A dream is a yellow dwarf Around which many small objects revolve A solar system of its own And your spirit is a leaf That photosynthesizes on the sun Funneling quanta and streaming Energy from the…

Nucleosynthesis

I’m a little confused, still wondering which constellation Collapsed in a mass suicide to give way to an orgasm At least one feels like that – and the inverse appears to be true too Like when my wife quakes through her fault lines And she tells me, she has never had an orgasm till our…