There is a sinus in its giant head
We will be safe there
It will be light
Before it is dark
We will pray from inside it
To its outside
We will beseech it
Not to reach inside itself
And pluck us out
As before

Poem for the Stars

Fire spits
at us — lovingly

fire forges

Under the firebird
we sat,
on a lawn of fire
burning a midnight’s
crawling skin


Fire never forgives
instead vanishes

fire lives somewhere
in the middle

of earth

waiting to be called

sad genie