Saturday, March 10, 2007



When hubris struck
I pulled myself
Above all
Because I was all-
Bud bursting
Never ceasing.
Over and over
Delirium to elixir.

The language was plain
Incantations spoken
And things moved and shook.
Frocking the ordinary
Into Midas gold
My body a dervish
Of action, eventually


I could not undo
Protecting my sweat-soaked
Body from objects
Of my actions, and not
Knowing the exit
Incantations. Spiraling
I caught a glimpse
Of Icarus wing,
Melted and gooey.

To wallow in the hubris
Of my own insecurities
Was to die.