on night shift again ... whooopeeeee!

another poem, this one was published in 1999, by a small press magazine The Inditer. again, the mantra - support small presses!!!

speaking of small presses - yesterday i helped create a blog for Leonard Cirino and his Pygmy Forest Press. if you've been reading along, you know i think highly of this poet/editor. So, if you've been interested in reading some of Cirino's poetry, you have a chance to do so. The link to his blog is in the links section ... i recommend you at least give it a try.



SONG OF THE HIV POET
-for the children of cain

i want to believe there is a god
benevolent, omniscient
that cares for the cripple child,
the HIV poet - more than cares -
loves & protects.

i want to believe in heaven
as a reward to the faith,
to good deeds done
because they felt right in being given.

it is the 3rd morning
i wake to rain, my hands crippled
& the nausea of dreams gone askew
fresh on the bathroom floor.

it is the 2nd month
i have forgotten that there is beauty
in the sound of rivers, in the eyes of women,
in rain & flowers & birds that also die
in the cold night, unknown.