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,

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

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

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

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

She came home running back to the mothering blackness deep in the smothering blackness white tears icicle gold plains of… She came home running

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

I keep on dying 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

My man is Black Golden Amber Cha… Warm mouths of Brandy Fine Cautious sunlight on a patterned r… Coughing laughter, rocked on a whi… Graceful turns on woolen stilts S…

When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the stre… Young men sharp as mustard. See them. Men are always

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

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