She came home running back to the mothering blackness deep in the smothering blackness white tears icicle gold plains of… She came home running

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,

Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall Life doesn’t frighten me at all Bad dogs barking loud Big ghosts in a cloud

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

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.

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

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

Tears The crystal rags Viscous tatters Of a worn-through soul Moans

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…

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

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

Your skin like dawn Mine like musk One paints the beginning of a certain end. The other, the end of a

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…