The Hole in the Wall

The hole in the wall
is wider than the eye of the iris
is wider than the tongue in the grass
is wider than the promise of everything

The hole in the wall
exhuding dark liquids
   can not be rain
it can not be the blood of the sky
it only opens to the right voice

The hole in the wall of the hole
at evening time when the sun
has parked itself deep inside the volcano
spreads many contagions
   like wildfire
or kisses down your spine

It is in the iris that I know you
it is in the cup from which we drink
that spills over each and every time
that I shall meet you again
scattered across many different lands

There are stars for tomorrow

There are stars for tomorrow
that do not hide
on the long expanse
of a radiant ideology
famous words
would have them remembered
there are roads
that we do not pass
not in daylight
and the iron work
casts its shadows along
borders where a
garden of jewelry grows
come what might
we always have the light
stars
have they been fooled
or are we fools for neglecting them
in our common strife
to bear witness at the door

Dear Shiraz

Dear Shiraz 
I walk out on a moon-lit gaze
I peer at all soul-less things passing by
I smile a lot 
And then I think of sadness
As the trees crawl back into themselves
I think of longingness 
But only for a mystery 
That might have been 
And then a spider nestles up close 
The night is inviting us in 
Together we stay warm
In some kind of strange infamy 
Lost among the animal kingdom