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

Funky blues Keen toed shoes High water pants Saddy night dance Red soda water

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

A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart… Marked the mastodon, The dinosaur, who left dried token… Of their sojourn here

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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

We, this people, on a small and lo… Traveling through casual space Past aloof stars, across the way o… To a destination where all signs t… It is possible and imperative that…

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

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…