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

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

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

Soft grey ghosts crawl up my sleev… to peer into my eyes while I within deny their threats and answer them with lies. Mushlike memories perform

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

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,

There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win

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

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

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

A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart… Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn here

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

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

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?