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

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

I note the obvious differences
in the human family.
Some of us are serious,
some thrive on comedy.
Some declare their lives are lived

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

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

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

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

The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.
Under a dead blue sky on a distant

The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.
I was always yours to have.

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