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

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,

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

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

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

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

FOR DAVID P—B The eye follows, the land Slips upward, creases down, forms The gentle buttocks of a young Giant. In the nestle,

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,

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

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

Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave

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