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
You drink a bitter draught.
I sip the tears your eyes fight to…
A cup of lees, of henbane steeped…
Your breast is hot,
Your anger black and cold,
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
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…
I keep on drying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Memory of old tombs,
The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.
Under a dead blue sky on a distant…
Curtains forcing their will
against the wind,
exchanging dreams with
seraphim. The city
The highway is full of big cars
going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that…
Some people wrap their lies around…
And you sit wondering
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?
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
When you come to me, unbidden,
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.
Offering me, as to a child, an att…
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…
FOR DAVID P—B
The eye follows, the land
Slips upward, creases down, forms
The gentle buttocks of a young
Giant. In the nestle,