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

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

Soft grey ghosts crawl up my sleev… to peer into my eyes while I within deny their threats and answer them with lies. Mushlike memories perform

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

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

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

Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave

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…

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

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,

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