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

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,

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

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

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,

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 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…

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

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…

Some clichty folks don’t know the facts, posin’ and preenin’ and puttin’ on acts, stretchin’ their backs.

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

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

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

Your skin like dawn Mine like musk One paints the beginning of a certain end. The other, the end of a