He bad
O he bad
He make a honky
poot. Make it honky’s
blue eyes squint

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

Curtains forcing their will
against the wind,
children sleep,
exchanging dreams with
seraphim. The city

A last love,
proper in conclusion,
should snip the wings
forbidding further flight.
But I, now,