She came home running back to the mothering blackness deep in the smothering blackness white tears icicle gold plains of… She came home running

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

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

Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave

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

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

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

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

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

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?

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

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

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