Tuesday, August 5, 2014


Dallas Afternoon 
Orpheus cried
And the satyrs all fell
That day when the sky
Went black 
A myth with no moral
A town with no compass
And now there is no
Turning back

The slate is now blank
A new morning has dawned
Without a Rousseau
Or a Locke

Time claps its hands
And the heroes disband
But forever it stands
One o’clock

KKK

Who goes there?
In the night with a sheet
Hiding blood in the brain
On the cross
On the hood
In the street?