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

Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at th… slope of my cheek. On the occasion, you press

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?

Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone

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,

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

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

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

I’ve got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry

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

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…

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

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,

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