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

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

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

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,

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

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

Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk
One paints the beginning
of a certain end.
The other, the end of a

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

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

Beloveds, now we know that we know
Without notice, our dear love can
In the instant that Michael is go
Though we are many, each of us is
Only when we confess our confusion