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

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

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

Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy hands bunched on layered hips Where bones idle under years of fatback And lima beans. Her jowls shiver in accusation

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

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

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

We were entwined in red rings Of blood and loneliness before The first snows fell Before muddy rivers seeded clouds Above a virgin forest, and

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing

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

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

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

Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at the slope of my cheek. On the occasion, you press

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