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

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…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, an att…

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