#AmericanWriters
Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave
Your smile, delicate rumor of peace. Deafening revolutions nestle in th… cleavage of your breasts
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 drying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs,
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone
Funky blues Keen toed shoes High water pants Saddy night dance Red soda water
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’ve got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry
We die, Welcoming Bluebeards to our darke… Stranglers to our outstretched nec… Stranglers, who neither care nor care to know that
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
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,
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
One innocent spring your voice meant to me less than tires turning on a distant street. Your name, perhaps spoken,
They went home and told their wive… that never once in all their lives… had they known a girl like me, But... They went home. They said my house was licking cle…
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…