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

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

The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.
I was always yours to have.

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

We, this people, on a small and lo
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way o
To a destination where all signs t
It is possible and imperative that

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

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,

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

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone

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