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…

The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast And folks is smoking anything that… Some people wrap their lies around… And you sit wondering

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

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

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

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

There is no warning rattle at the… nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer… Safe in the dark prison, I know t… light slides over the fingered work of a toothless

A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart… Marked the mastodon, The dinosaur, who left dried token… Of their sojourn here

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

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

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

There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win

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

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