#AmericanWriters
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing
Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall Life doesn’t frighten me at all Bad dogs barking loud Big ghosts in a cloud
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,
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…
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…
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart… Marked the mastodon, The dinosaur, who left dried token… Of their sojourn here
One innocent spring your voice meant to me less than tires turning on a distant street. Your name, perhaps spoken,
I’ve got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of lonelines… until love leaves its high holy te… and comes into our sight
Your skin like dawn Mine like musk One paints the beginning of a certain end. The other, the end of a
Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave
Your smile, delicate rumor of peace. Deafening revolutions nestle in th… cleavage of your breasts
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,
Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy hands bunched on layered hip… Where bones idle under years of fa… And lima beans. Her jowls shiver in accusation
Funky blues Keen toed shoes High water pants Saddy night dance Red soda water