Poets haunt my window, amid nightshades, w/in the sweetness of sleep they greet me and each waking sound only moves me, remembering the *epitaph by Rilke, the sound of leaves caressing sunlight in the Garden near Bowles beach house, an aged mirror and beer soaked bathroom in Bukowski's flat, life arriving like an Angel, the beautiful mind etching of W.Blake, Soft breath, the second coming of Yeats' Christ, the fearful wasteland prophets smelling fresh ink, the solipsism of Eliot and Pound. Names breach the life game nothingness stains these pure pages. 1993 Photo of Poem w/effect 2009