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

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

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,

Pretty women wonder where my secre… I’m not cute or built to suit a fa… But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say,

Your smile, delicate rumor of peace. Deafening revolutions nestle in th… cleavage of your breasts

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

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

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

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

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

Funky blues Keen toed shoes High water pants Saddy night dance Red soda water

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…

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

Give me your hand Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry.