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It is difficult

to get stoned for prophecy

these days

Those who fear enlightenment

merely relegate

to ridicule & mock

the visionaries of the day

the chance for martyrdom

fully denied

the frayed pages

attempt

to fall from the binder

and democratize poetry

but falling off

and swimming

to the carpet in my room 

covered with ashes

from the lit matches

potpourri purple incense

lends a a fragrant voice

to a snowy December eve

with moonglow off the snow;

winter has called early

but visitors were denied

as the night sky filled 

with plummeting flakes

back out onto frozen roads

asphalt slick with ice

I fight the temptation

to walk outside barefoot

nothing like curling toes

gripping to slushy snow

and feeling the dampness

of the soaking flakes

melting on my t-shirt

12-5-2003