Went down the desert where the vultures feed On human flesh rotting in the sunshine. Pluck eyes, testicles, […]
Author: John W. Leys
Ev’ryone alive Was born of their mother’s womb. Spring is in the air. We grow up too fast. […]
Allen told me, If you want to find your voice Forget about having it heard. Speak your true […]
Caught in the sacrificial flames That licked the heavens, Burned but not burnt Your brothers’ and sisters’ blood […]
Trapped in a dream Running naked in the street When a Swahili speaking hunchback Knocks me off my […]
Moses on the mountain. Words of black fire on white Etched in stone by the finger of God […]
You were the Walrus Then you were John You were the Dreamweaver And now, you are gone You […]
A misty dream through which A terrible fond memory runs. The beloved one and his brother, Gifted with […]
A solitary lighthouse, A beacon in the darkness, Searching the waters As the sky bleeds blue. Ships trying […]
Written many years ago while reading Carl Gustav Jung’s autobiography Memories, Dreams, Reflections. In the green meadow behind the old […]
John W. Leys 