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

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

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

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

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

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…

Curtains forcing their will against the wind, children sleep, exchanging dreams with seraphim. The city

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

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

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

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

We, this people, on a small and lo… Traveling through casual space Past aloof stars, across the way o… To a destination where all signs t… It is possible and imperative that…

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

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