By Mike O’Connell

i will follow little pathways, logically loose,
even into the echoing domes of nonsense,
(that so plague the world), and write about
what i see. it’s an exercise, a safari, a black
rhino, watching the stars burn out. i stumble,
then and now, on this expedition to find out
where things go, after they are used up,
and allowed to roam free. its a rough road,
well maintained, but entirely too close to
the edge of the cliff. i dance there, sometimes,
when i’m not too bound up in myself,
kind of a marching/berserker dance, often
coming way too close to the precipice,
and challenging oblivion, to see who is
the strongest(as if!).