#AmericanWriters
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
I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs,
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…
Curtains forcing their will against the wind, children sleep, exchanging dreams with seraphim. The city
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
There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win
Your smile, delicate rumor of peace. Deafening revolutions nestle in th… cleavage of your breasts
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,
Funky blues Keen toed shoes High water pants Saddy night dance Red soda water
Some clichty folks don’t know the facts, posin’ and preenin’ and puttin’ on acts, stretchin’ their backs.
Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall Life doesn’t frighten me at all Bad dogs barking loud Big ghosts in a cloud
One innocent spring your voice meant to me less than tires turning on a distant street. Your name, perhaps spoken,
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
I note the obvious differences in the human family. Some of us are serious, some thrive on comedy. Some declare their lives are lived
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone