The Gronnard

THERE STAND THEY. THE LARGE GROUP OF GRONNARD, A GROUN, A FAMILY GROUP, STRUCK DOME-HEADED BY OUR HEAVY PRESENCE, THEY ADVANCE, A HIVELIKE HOVERING HURGLEN OF GOLDEN PRATHERS, WAVERING JUST BEYOND THAT LIPPENHENCH. A PERFECT GROUN IS LIKE A MELODY OF DANGER, BEING NATURAL HEETHERS AND ARE APPARENTLY QUITE NEAR ENOUGH TO CHANCE THE FINDING OF A DANDER OR MAYBE A DITHER. IF ONLY ONE OF THEM WOULD APPEAR BEFORE THE GROUN RIGHT NOW, AS THEY ARE SO CLOSE WE CAN SEE THEIR DAZZLING CLOSEMEESTERS CLAWED UP SNUG BESIDE THEIR REAPS. HOW THE FACTS PROMISED THE DIM SNURLERS WHEN DELIVERED BY SOME STRANGE KISMET. THE GRONNARD, THERE STAND THEY.

1977

Unnamed

waiting for a message
i know will never come
patiently waiting
and the word is ever mum

dark in the shadows
watching time fly
beautiful birds
make me wonder why

nobody knows me
my heart is in my hands
i wish i could stop
all these foolish demands

under a rooftop
safe in my place
rain in a pourdown
and I 've memorized her face

1979

The pure blue light of Infinty

Blue into blue is still blue . . . . 2010