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

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

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

Your smile, delicate rumor of peace. Deafening revolutions nestle in th… cleavage of your breasts

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

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

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…

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

Give me your hand Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry.

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

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