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

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

Give me your hand
Make room for me
to lead and follow
you
beyond this rage of poetry.

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

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

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?

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,

The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.
I was always yours to have.

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

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