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

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

Tears
The crystal rags
Viscous tatters
Of a worn-through soul
Moans

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

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

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

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

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

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

I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,