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

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,

There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win

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 Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart… Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn here

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

Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at th… slope of my cheek. On the occasion, you press

Your skin like dawn Mine like musk One paints the beginning of a certain end. The other, the end of a

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

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

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