Her arms semaphore fat triangles,
Pudgy hands bunched on layered hip…
Where bones idle under years of fa…
And lima beans.
Her jowls shiver in accusation
When you come to me, unbidden,
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.
Offering me, as to a child, an att…
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
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?
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…
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
I keep on drying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Memory of old tombs,
One innocent spring
your voice meant to me
less than tires turning
on a distant street.
Your name, perhaps spoken,
When I was young, I used to
Watch behind the curtains
As men walked up and down the stre…
Young men sharp as mustard.
See them. Men are always
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 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,
The crystal rags
Of a worn-through soul
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…
Keen toed shoes
High water pants
Saddy night dance
Red soda water