I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Memory of old tombs,
We were entwined in red rings
Of blood and loneliness before
The first snows fell
Before muddy rivers seeded clouds
Above a virgin forest, and
When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big jok…
A dance that’s walked
A song that’s spoke,
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
A last love,
proper in conclusion,
should snip the wings
forbidding further flight.
But I, now,
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
Beloveds, now we know that we know…
Without notice, our dear love can…
In the instant that Michael is go…
Though we are many, each of us is…
Only when we confess our confusion…
Keen toed shoes
High water pants
Saddy night dance
Red soda water
There is no warning rattle at the…
nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer…
Safe in the dark prison, I know t…
light slides over
the fingered work of a toothless
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
They went home and told their wive…
that never once in all their lives…
had they known a girl like me,
But... They went home.
They said my house was licking cle…
I’ve got the children to tend
The clothes to mend
The floor to mop
The food to shop
Then the chicken to fry
Some clichty folks
don’t know the facts,
posin’ and preenin’
and puttin’ on acts,
stretchin’ their backs.
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
I note the obvious differences
in the human family.
Some of us are serious,
some thrive on comedy.
Some declare their lives are lived