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?

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,

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

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

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

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,

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…

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,

Give me your hand Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry.

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

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

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