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,

Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone

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

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

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

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

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…

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

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

When love is a shimmering curtain Before a door of chance That leads to a world in question Wherein the macabrous dance Of bones that rattle in silence

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

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

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