Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy hands bunched on layered hip… Where bones idle under years of fa… And lima beans. Her jowls shiver in accusation

Pretty women wonder where my secre… I’m not cute or built to suit a fa… But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say,

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

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

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

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

There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win

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

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…

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

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

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

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,

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