Bunny Scent
My Dog Would Kill
Oh Give Me A Hill!
Walk Don't Run
Wise Crack
Joy Is In My Blood
Second Brain
humanity is a tiger
monkey gun
It Came To Me This Morning
tetrahedral cull cathedral
Four Tribes
It Passes, The Night
Loki & Lucifer
Love & Laughter
I'm A Born-Again Virgin
Subliminal Pornography
Luscious Lips of Lily
I Will Follow
Science and Dreamer
The Blood-Spattered Banner
America Was Invented
So You Think It Was Coincidence
The Magic Spell
There Is A Graven Image
Mass-Marketed Sports
Do You Wear A Tie?
The Veil
Water Water
Their Halls Ring With Laughter
The Story of Christmas
Poem For A Past Pontiff
Exodus 20 Revisited

Burning Man sound poems

Interactive Poems:




My guide led me gravely down dark smoky byways,

The fire-lit chambers and sulphurous highways
That wound through the plateaus where fallen souls dwell;

The echoing agonized precincts of Hell.

And just when I thought it was all I could bear
And yearned for one breath of unsullied air,
I noticed one region apart from the rest
Where the torments just glimpsed put my soul to the test.

“Pray tell me,” I begged him, “Who could be so cursed?
For of all of the damned these are surely the worst!”

He followed my glance, then blanched, turned away,
For a time as I followed no further would say.

Then:  “Those monsters,” he muttered, avoiding my looks,
“Wrote in the margins of library books.”