VALENTINO KNIGHTS
The headless goats
Swing in the wind
Remembering the Gobi
We search for petroleum
Or portable treasure.
Our half-tracks fade
Into a mirage.
A tall tale begins
Of figure of eight vines
Knotted, pulped, juiced
The cactus flower
Blows its need for sex
Across countries
Into a secret valley
The soil and fertility
Are a dream - At the well
Of Mohammod,
We look for the linen
Of the tank commander
THIS LAW OF THREE
Flood flood flood
Over tangled
Wood - broken
Lost
The law
Of three three three
Means
Reflections soak
A metal gun
Took the best of us
Nothing wise about this
No fairy tale here but
Today
TO MAKE POETRY
To make your mind a blank
And light love in it
To weave a screen from your
Air formed words and
Deposit a heavy jewel
Inside an invisible basket
To admire the female curves
Of your own mind's labyrinth
To give birth to the world
Which will be stabbed later by
Cold pens and bayonets
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