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

Funky blues
Keen toed shoes
High water pants
Saddy night dance
Red soda water

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

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

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

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,

Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk
One paints the beginning
of a certain end.
The other, the end of a

A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since depart
Mark the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here

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

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