to listen to cosmic rays,
the peeping chimney sweep �
permanence succumbs to chaos
while I stagger to adore, if not kindly
then wetly, a beard and salty biceps

John 21:3 Simon Peter saith unto them, I go a fishing

for the bombshell of amiability
for the celebration within us,
two prisoners always the same

      as the dead take their place
      and rename streets, towns, and galaxies

wisdom moves us to madness
drinks bubbly wines, weaves
nightmares for our pillows

                 you and I wave windmill arms



�2006 by PJ Nights