When I think about myself, I almost laugh myself to death, My life has been one great big jok… A dance that’s walked A song that’s spoke,

Funky blues Keen toed shoes High water pants Saddy night dance Red soda water

One innocent spring your voice meant to me less than tires turning on a distant street. Your name, perhaps spoken,

Some clichty folks don’t know the facts, posin’ and preenin’ and puttin’ on acts, stretchin’ their backs.

A last love, proper in conclusion, should snip the wings forbidding further flight. But I, now,

We, this people, on a small and lo… Traveling through casual space Past aloof stars, across the way o… To a destination where all signs t… It is possible and imperative that…

A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart… Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn here

My man is Black Golden Amber Cha… Warm mouths of Brandy Fine Cautious sunlight on a patterned r… Coughing laughter, rocked on a whi… Graceful turns on woolen stilts S…

When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, an att…

I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs,

I keep on drying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs,

Beloveds, now we know that we know… Without notice, our dear love can… In the instant that Michael is go… Though we are many, each of us is… Only when we confess our confusion…