Charon

Ghost who flickers into nowhere,
Like a sprite, or fireball, or flint,
Lightning field whose ion glare
Ignites your phosphorescent

Hair, whose strobe lights flout
The entire zodiac,
Whose novas fizzle and flare out
Into a thousand waving cataracts:

Your Rosetta Stones
Are our Mick Jagger guides,
The Styx’s ancient chaperones
Which a modern Bic provides.

June 6th, 2007
Torrey Pines, California

May 31st and June 1st & 4th, 2022
Kaiholu