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

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

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

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

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you?

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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