#AmericanWriters
He bad O he bad He make a honky poot. Make it honky’s blue eyes squint
One innocent spring your voice meant to me less than tires turning on a distant street. Your name, perhaps spoken,
There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win
Beloveds, now we know that we know… Without notice, our dear love can… In the instant that Michael is go… Though we are many, each of us is… Only when we confess our confusion…
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing
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…
Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall Life doesn’t frighten me at all Bad dogs barking loud Big ghosts in a cloud
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… Marked the mastodon, The dinosaur, who left dried token… Of their sojourn here
Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at th… slope of my cheek. On the occasion, you press
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
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone
We were entwined in red rings Of blood and loneliness before The first snows fell Before muddy rivers seeded clouds Above a virgin forest, and
Your smile, delicate rumor of peace. Deafening revolutions nestle in th… cleavage of your breasts
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