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

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?

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

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

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 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

Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall Life doesn’t frighten me at all Bad dogs barking loud Big ghosts in a cloud

Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone

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

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,

There is no warning rattle at the… nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer… Safe in the dark prison, I know t… light slides over the fingered work of a toothless

There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win

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

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

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