Janus-faced Narcissus Reflecting

Strange I should think 

You’re not at all like me. 

Dictum

Wordsmith— 

If it’s worth thinking about, 
Find a language worthy of it. 

Terminator

Don’t answer the open-ended question 
That’s waiting at the end—no matter how 

The poem appears 
Finished with nothing 

More to give you, you have 
Yet to give it 

Everything you have and more— 
What on earth are you waiting for?


 

Deluge after a Long-Drawn-Out Dry Spell

So many rushing 
Myriad liquid diamonds,

Even the rocks are gushing. 

Heady, Unruly Spirit

Don’t look now—wind 
Heading your way— 

More than strong 

Enough to carry that 
Heedless head off

And away.