Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall Life doesn’t frighten me at all Bad dogs barking loud Big ghosts in a cloud

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

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you?

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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,

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

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of lonelines… until love leaves its high holy te… and comes into our sight

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

When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, an att…