Path of Gold

His mouth

A trap for gold

Cosmos that unfolds.

Was it Krishna,

Maybe Rama?

His mother scolds,

Keep it closed!

But when he speaks,

A galaxy lights the world.

The sun shines on beggars and poor girls

Medley of stars among rivers and storms.

Red Pen Letter

Red pen letter,

Cardigan sweater,

Half-life living

Little or no control,

Soul of Kurt Cobain.

Rebel and poet,

Where did you go?

Go ask them, ask them!

But they don't know

Except perhaps,

That man who sold the world.

Red pen letter,

Cardigan sweater,

Roamed for years in distant lands,

Searching for what some call home.

We don't like humans,

But love them anyway.

Kurt Cobain,

Heart of sadness

Smashed against a stone.