DESERT FATHER

He sat down on the edge of the bed,

         lit himself a cigarette,

and waited for the sound of silence.

                        Ashes were falling to the floor,

outside birds wouldn't be quiet.

            All he had on were his pants,

in the dusk of the room his face was invisible.

            Shafts of light were slipping through the shutters,

he knew this emptiness,

                        the rustle of nothing

that was enveloping his body as a solitary orgasm.

            He stepped out of his body and began to float,

he was toppling into the bottomless sky,                

                                               the deeper he sank,

the sweeter were his spasms.

            In the void he was biting into his own flesh,

he knew he would never land,

                        the more he was moving off,

the smaller he became,

            only fragments of himself were left behind,

he was filling up some other dimension, name unknown,

                        he was moving over into some other state,

everyone's head turned to the sky, looking for the face …

                                               He was way out there, laughing ...