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

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

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

We were entwined in red rings Of blood and loneliness before The first snows fell Before muddy rivers seeded clouds Above a virgin forest, and

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tears The crystal rags Viscous tatters Of a worn-through soul Moans

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