Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy hands bunched on layered hip… Where bones idle under years of fa… And lima beans. Her jowls shiver in accusation

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

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,

I’ve got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry

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

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?

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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