Maine's Millennium
The heavenly sheriff might yet come
his great white horse maned with fire
come at a ghostly gallop down route nine
from Calais to Cape Porpoise to Kittery
past nested farms coastal cities country towns
where selected friends and neighbors
would disappear as simply as silently as they
lived yet always being there if need be
good mute faithful all with books in
balance some capital intact as father taught
deciding now after consideration and in
fairness to give the Messiah a second chance.
Dark Continent
Searching still for the Nile's source
we sample substance niaga, climb
the rhinencephalon to take a sight
on distance stellate ganglia where
flows the encephalon, where all
the natives still point south reciting
names of ancient cities sung of
but seldom seen. Will we ever reach
that fabled palace where the queen
of consciousness rules supreme
without a fixed address or throne?
Hippocampus, hypothalamus remain
points on our map with precious little
in between. What, we wonder rhymes
with amygdala? Wise men whisper:
you must follow your own star, follow
as your time unwinds bushing each
new pattern of colored sand away
you'll be swear when you arrive.
