7. SONGS OF THE SOUL

I awaken every day
with a kind of song
in my head, or phrase

or idea, that shakes
my very human being,
like the shiver of the coin

in the Slot Machine,
& I hum & ponder them
until they seem worked

or molded out. I was
thinking of thoughts
before I could talk & walk.

Before the day is over,
I re-stitch myself back
together, as if Victor

Frankenstein had a
change of heart & decided
to put all of the bones

back in the charnel houses;
the remains back
in the dissection rooms.