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

Beloveds, now we know that we know… Without notice, our dear love can… In the instant that Michael is go… Though we are many, each of us is… Only when we confess our confusion…

I’ve got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry

Your smile, delicate rumor of peace. Deafening revolutions nestle in th… cleavage of your breasts

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

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

Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at th… slope of my cheek. On the occasion, you press

Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy hands bunched on layered hip… Where bones idle under years of fa… And lima beans. Her jowls shiver in accusation

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

Some clichty folks don’t know the facts, posin’ and preenin’ and puttin’ on acts, stretchin’ their backs.

We wear the mask that grins and li… It shades our cheeks and hides our… This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subt…

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