We, this people, on a small and lo… Traveling through casual space Past aloof stars, across the way o… To a destination where all signs t… It is possible and imperative that…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

There is no warning rattle at the… nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer… Safe in the dark prison, I know t… light slides over the fingered work of a toothless

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,

One innocent spring your voice meant to me less than tires turning on a distant street. Your name, perhaps spoken,

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…