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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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