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

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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…

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?

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,

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