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

Your smile, delicate rumor of peace. Deafening revolutions nestle in th… cleavage of your breasts

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

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

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

Your skin like dawn Mine like musk One paints the beginning of a certain end. The other, the end of a

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

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

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…

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

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,

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

Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at th… slope of my cheek. On the occasion, you press