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

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

They went home and told their wive
that never once in all their lives
had they known a girl like me,
But... They went home.
They said my house was licking cle

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

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

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

A last love,
proper in conclusion,
should snip the wings
forbidding further flight.
But I, now,

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

You drink a bitter draught.
I sip the tears your eyes fight to
A cup of lees, of henbane steeped
Your breast is hot,
Your anger black and cold,