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,

Pretty women wonder where my secre… I’m not cute or built to suit a fa… But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say,

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…

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

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

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

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

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…

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

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

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…

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