Along the boulevard medium
(we call it the neutral zone...

You became my own child
though birthed from another man...

Dying in a fall, not in a quiet bed: it has been...
Tripping on a stairway and breaking neck, or...

Irony's not lost
comforting her for lost beau...

Man in the wilderness
shouting "I am!&quot...

We always become what we have begun;
first teetering steps take us from our birth...

Climbed sacred mountains
swam in pools of the goddesses...

Eyes will be windows
to the soul unless you are...

In dangerous times
of war and terrorism...

Corpulent mists drift
across the parking lot...

Some of you children must go to the stars
please take my ashes, they're ever so light...

Child comes racing home
unzipping as he enters...