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 dying 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

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

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

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

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?

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

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

My man is Black Golden Amber Cha… Warm mouths of Brandy Fine Cautious sunlight on a patterned r… Coughing laughter, rocked on a whi… Graceful turns on woolen stilts S…

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

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

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

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