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

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

She came home running back to the mothering blackness deep in the smothering blackness white tears icicle gold plains of… She came home running

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

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

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,

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

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

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…

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

When love is a shimmering curtain Before a door of chance That leads to a world in question Wherein the macabrous dance Of bones that rattle in silence

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

The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast And folks is smoking anything that… Some people wrap their lies around… And you sit wondering