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

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

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of lonelines… until love leaves its high holy te… and comes into our sight

We were entwined in red rings Of blood and loneliness before The first snows fell Before muddy rivers seeded clouds Above a virgin forest, and

She came home running back to the mothering blackness deep in the smothering blackness white tears icicle gold plains of… She came home running

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…

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

FOR DAVID P—B The eye follows, the land Slips upward, creases down, forms The gentle buttocks of a young Giant. In the nestle,

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,

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

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you?

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

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

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