The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.
I was always yours to have.
Your smile, delicate
rumor of peace.
Deafening revolutions nestle in th…
Some clichty folks
don’t know the facts,
posin’ and preenin’
and puttin’ on acts,
stretchin’ their backs.
Give me your hand
Make room for me
to lead and follow
beyond this rage of poetry.
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 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,
A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
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
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
There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
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…
You drink a bitter draught.
I sip the tears your eyes fight to…
A cup of lees, of henbane steeped…
Your breast is hot,
Your anger black and cold,
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?
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…
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…