Funky blues
Keen toed shoes
High water pants
Saddy night dance
Red soda water

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

Tears
The crystal rags
Viscous tatters
Of a worn-through soul
Moans

We, this people, on a small and lo
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way o
To a destination where all signs t
It is possible and imperative that

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,

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

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

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

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 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