Poetry CD and  Booklet Two 1. INTERCELLULAR SPACE                                    Intercellular Space is a world, A dimension of reality where form Is liquid and flowing, Where crystalline shapes Are alive, With intention and purpose. Light permeates this space Creating joyful patterns Reflections, and shadows, Where unnamed things are hiding. 2. DRINKING HOT TEA                   Mount Washington Carries all kinds On its back. Little kids with Rusty bikes, Housewives Dreaming about Suburban living, and Chicanos lying Under old trucks ......... 3. CHURCH ON MONDAY                               Hulking Granite churches, House empty echoes, On Monday. Dark sweaty floors, Are covered With damp, Die-cut words, Heaped in flaccid piles, .............. 4. BLACK WIRED MACHINES            Black wired machines, Whirl with silent humming, Waiting in deep caverns, Beneath dead cities, Bolted, with Interlocked coordination. Circuitry matched to precision Specifications, ................ 5. A SMALL DREAM    A needle was threaded On an elephant's back, Who went to the moon In a big  yellow sack. The needle was pushed, through the eye of a fish, Who ended her life In a red chafing dish. ........ 6. HEY YOU PEOPLE          Hey you people, you better be quiet, Don’t yell and scream or start a riot. Study hard and just be cool, Don’t jump around and act like a fool. Answer the questions And read your books, And don’t give the teachers No dirty looks, ..... 7. IN THE DARKNESS     The darkness is warm, Soft and receptive, Opening gently to Tender explorations And silent penetrations. Cascading moments Touch each other, Rippling with shimmering Waves of pleasure. ............... 8 . MEDITATION MEANDRINGS                          All aspects are transitory All choices are freely yours. All that was done is. What will be is now. Nothing has ever been Or will be. .......... 9. MIND                                 Mind is the organ of Self-perception for the Infinite Universe, Mind is the appearance of Limitation within the All Whole Life Being, Mind is like a doorway Upon the Ocean, .............. 10. DRIFTWOOD MORNING               Night breaks Across, the sharp edge of morning, Splintering, its dark hold, Upon the black sky, Scattering diamonds, Of new-born daylight, Into, the bright air. ........ 11. SILENCE SPEAKS                         Etched sharp against Breath of black night, The moon! Silent full force, In perfect roundness, Its existence speaks Silently To all who listen ............ 12. HOSPITAL                                   White busy footsteps Polished with dry whispers Call me to small rooms Where shiny, chrome- plated                  Personalities Listen to living messages Deciphered from my heart-beat. ............ 13.   BRIEF INTERLUDE                 Gray misty clouds Seep under my eyelids, Softly tumbling inward, Cascading over, Drifting downward, Falling into the Empty dark cavern, .......... 14. COME AND GONE                                      Look there! Raindrops are split  by White Flashing Streaks Across the Bright yellow-green Cold wet Grass. ............. 15. DARK AND COLD                                              Dark and cold, Deep and flowing, The river spreads out, Unknown before me. Churning and frothing, Brimming with violence. ............. 16. ECHOES OF VICTORIA                I will not obey your Harsh commands To live my life as you prefer. What small thing have you given To cheer my heart, To light the darkness Left without your smile? .......... 17. THE MEETING PLACE           The meeting place Of creamy thighs Where tangled gold In mesh entwined Delights the eyes. Can scarce conceal The warm and wet, .......... 18. SWIMMING                         Swimming in Cold sea Crystal glass waves Flow around me ....... 19. THE GREAT WAVE                We ride The Great Wave. At the crest, We have our moment Sparkling in the sun, Splashing rainbows And spectrum lights, As we have our moment From birth to death. ............................ 20. WHAT IS THE FORCE                         What is the force That drives the artist's hand? Does it lay within the fingers Trained to be so quick And all perceiving? Or could it be A molecular thing, .................