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

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of lonelines… until love leaves its high holy te… and comes into our sight

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

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,

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

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

You drink a bitter draught. I sip the tears your eyes fight to… A cup of lees, of henbane steeped… Your breast is hot, Your anger black and cold,

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

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

When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, an att…

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

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

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

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