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

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

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

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…

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

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

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

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

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…

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,

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

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