As the Blue-Moon rises In the monolithic sky It casts reflected light On the dead and the lame. The shadows, thus created,

How many sounds do you hear in her… And what is the color of her soul… Do you see her in the blazing oran… Or in the hope that comes a-dancin… Does the song she sings remind you…

Find pardons for them in dim lit h… In the marbled walkways of polishe… Find pardon for them, but not for… That sit in cages, all alone. Gluttony comes by way of want

I was drawn to a drawing On a tent Was a face A Blue-eyed Gypsy In a Black Shawl of Lace

To slip away One summer morning To just disappear Without warning To find a place

The Caterpillar weeps from her co… Not as she was, as Spring has fou… Flying on wings of genetic flux Into the eyes of our children’s ch…

The sign says “No Parking– AT… And yes, that means it is a crime. To ignore it and say, “Stick-it”,… Pay attention, and believe that st… No, the sign didn’t say, “You’re…

Cousin Wilber built an outhouse, But it’s not like all the rest, Its varnished oak, cedar lined, And engraved with the family crest… He’s got a turbine vent on top

Gone are the women with buttons an… Bright feathered hats and covered-… Long dresses, with flair, that spr… All tucked in that basket where Y… Gone are the Top-Hats, Gold-watc…