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

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,

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

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

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,

The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast And folks is smoking anything that… Some people wrap their lies around… And you sit wondering

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

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

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…

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing