One innocent spring
your voice meant to me
less than tires turning
on a distant street.
Your name, perhaps spoken,

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

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

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

FOR DAVID P—B
The eye follows, the land
Slips upward, creases down, forms
The gentle buttocks of a young
Giant. In the nestle,

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing

We die,
Welcoming Bluebeards to our darke
Stranglers to our outstretched nec
Stranglers, who neither care nor
care to know that

Beloved,
In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips
Your Hands
Your Laughter brave

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

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