'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
   Dd gyre and gimble in the wabe; 
All mimsy were the borogroves
   And the mome raths outgrabbe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
   The jaws that bite, the claws thta catch!
Beware the Jobjub bird, and shun
     The frunious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
   Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
     And stood aside in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
   The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffing through the tulgey wood,
     And burbled as it came!

One, tow!  One, two!  And through and through
   The vorpal blade went smicker-smack!
He left it dead, and with its head
     He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain theJabberwock?
   Come to my arms, my beamiah boy!
Oh frabjous day!  Callooh!  Callay!"
     He chortled in his joy.

"Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
   Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves
     And the mome raths outgrabe.

Uranus--Neptune--Pluto--and Reincarnation
      by Linda Goodman

I'd like to give the world a Christmas present
before I have to go

a pair of glasses
            with multiple lenses
to help the eyes see long ago
             then you wold know
the reason for the music
 

I always see the hills of Persia as brown and fading
The progressions winding through the streets of Moscow
The crack of gunfire in Sarejevo
The sound of Allen Ginsberg's voice
in the cobbled ricks of Prague.
I'm puttng on the veil.
I'm remembering my place.
I'm thinkingof jobs long neglected.
I'm watching for signs.
Fractals dancing in the hills.
Whirling
Sufis
Singing all the praises to the lord
Transfigured
melting

We've lit the last big Roman Candle
It's late on the 4th of July
We're turning out the lights
Come inside while you still can.

The States
    by George Tsongas

it's an 
amazing 
place, where
no one enjoys

life

but they
all want
to live

forever