BRAD HILL

Dawn Follows the Darkness

(Repetitively)

And a storm always breaks.
Hell sickens the pit of
The stomach, and a veil
Suffocates the mind like a
Glove of coal shards
(Moat of the eye).

Clouds of a feather
Become tornadoes if you
Let them.  Your Dorothy comes
Back to Kansas on Ruby
Lips of broken vows.

What goes around
Sees you coming,
With the good pausing
To make you earn it-
If you grow to learn
And deserve it.

Here comes the better
Place you have been waiting for-
If you don't forget
It exists.

Remembering to learn.
Learning to remember all
The times you dreamed.

And you deserve it.

copyright 2003 BRAD HILL

SAM VAKNIN

The Miracle of the Kisses

That night, the cock denied him thrice.
His mother and the whore downloaded him,
nails etched into his palms,
his thorny forehead glistening,
his body speared.
He wanted to revive unto their moisture.
But the nauseating scents of vinegar
and Roman legionnaires,
the dampness of the cave,
and then that final stone...
His brain wide open,
supper digested
that was to have been his last.
He missed so his disciples,
the miracle of their kisses.
He was determined not to decompose.

copyright 2003 SAM VAKNIN