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

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…

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

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

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

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

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

FOR DAVID P—B The eye follows, the land Slips upward, creases down, forms The gentle buttocks of a young Giant. In the nestle,

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,

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

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

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

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