We wear the mask that grins and li… It shades our cheeks and hides our… This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subt…

You drink a bitter draught. I sip the tears your eyes fight to… A cup of lees, of henbane steeped… Your breast is hot, Your anger black and cold,

The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance... our long way home. I was always yours to have.

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of lonelines… until love leaves its high holy te… and comes into our sight

I’ve got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry

When love is a shimmering curtain Before a door of chance That leads to a world in question Wherein the macabrous dance Of bones that rattle in silence

I note the obvious differences in the human family. Some of us are serious, some thrive on comedy. Some declare their lives are lived

Soft grey ghosts crawl up my sleev… to peer into my eyes while I within deny their threats and answer them with lies. Mushlike memories perform

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

FOR DAVID P—B The eye follows, the land Slips upward, creases down, forms The gentle buttocks of a young Giant. In the nestle,

Give me your hand Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry.

Your smile, delicate rumor of peace. Deafening revolutions nestle in th… cleavage of your breasts

Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone