(2008)
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
I have no family to care for my gr… who doesn’t care where I lay… for fourty years after an argument… which of us was bigger? in the course of our lives we bot…
Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
The taste of winter ice Dug in August from the sawdust Of Conley’s ice house The slap of the screen door On Grammy’s porch
my real name was Clarence but they always called me Dummy because they thought I was stupid I lived with my Mom and swept up… for a dollar a day ‘cause
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
I saw their faces as clearly as if… on their stones beneath their name… heard their voices in the trees whose roots go deep into their dus… and into the dust of this Island
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…