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,

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

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

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

A last love, proper in conclusion, should snip the wings forbidding further flight. But I, now,

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

Tears The crystal rags Viscous tatters Of a worn-through soul Moans

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing

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

The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast And folks is smoking anything that… Some people wrap their lies around… And you sit wondering

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

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