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

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

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

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

Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave

When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the stre… Young men sharp as mustard. See them. Men are always

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

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

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

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

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

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…

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

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…