on trial
the day to day commitment to failure
that judgment daily argues against me
condemns me to despair... I am guilty
of more than silence... at times words fail your
wisest men and then intentionally...
but my silence like all my secrecies
has no defense, none conventionally,
my personal idiosyncrasies
no social crimes... when pride is pain and shame
an agony too keen for reason I
had no other weapon, who is to blame?
there was no intent to deceive or lie...
my absence is sufficient evidence,
voluntary exile, not providence
guadalajara
water running over stone
overrun my heart
water running over stone
overcome my start
now wear down my sorrow
wash away my fears
I have mourned tomorrow
widowed by the years
(water running over stone
hard it is to be alone)
water running over stone
canyon deep inside
water running over stone
canyon steep and wide
now let a river flow
strong and continuous
out of the desert grow
green bouldered oasis
(flat and dry of emery
plateaus on my memory)