here is an excerpt of something i found in a little blue memo pad…

thinking of myself
and then thinking
of myself 
transcending death is like waking and dreaming

each night in my slumber
take me to the holy bridge
and judge me
my holy bridge 
awaits my 
crossing
but
i do not cross
-
instead i join
my body
again and again

that i be born again
on you celestial winds
to greet new forgiving stars
make new correspondence
and 
to kiss mothers
kiss sunshine to you matriarchal beings
that help me increase the longevity
of language
of figurative language

not to cross that unforgiving bridge
but 
to return each night unabsolved

so that i may
bring forth new muse 
to birds in the branches
and children in the choir
Oh bastard bridge!
forsaken by my nightly rejections
begotten from slumbers
and to awaken
again and a again
transcending death with 
each new sun

let me be a swordbearer
with each new sun
to aid flowers in their occupations