White-Binder Poems  

In the dream the curious have resisted him.
Then he predicts they will be twenty years late

A thought is cut adrift, laughter is a ghost for many years 


The communion fell short of expectations
but he forgave all the members and went on his way.

He had a good sort of mind carved from bits of star and hair thrown into the mix.
He especially enjoyed dark, silent moves filled with funny bonnets; 
or poles affixed with heads of  famed criminals still rationalizing their acts with aplomb.