When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.
Offering me, as to a child, an att

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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