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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

My man is Black Golden Amber Cha
Warm mouths of Brandy Fine
Cautious sunlight on a patterned r
Coughing laughter, rocked on a whi
Graceful turns on woolen stilts S

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