#AmericanWriters
We die, Welcoming Bluebeards to our darke… Stranglers to our outstretched nec… Stranglers, who neither care nor care to know that
Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave
Funky blues Keen toed shoes High water pants Saddy night dance Red soda water
Your smile, delicate rumor of peace. Deafening revolutions nestle in th… cleavage of your breasts
Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall Life doesn’t frighten me at all Bad dogs barking loud Big ghosts in a cloud
I keep on drying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs,
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
He bad O he bad He make a honky poot. Make it honky’s blue eyes squint
Give me your hand Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry.
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…
I’ve got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry
Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at th… slope of my cheek. On the occasion, you press
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,
Curtains forcing their will against the wind, children sleep, exchanging dreams with seraphim. The city
I note the obvious differences in the human family. Some of us are serious, some thrive on comedy. Some declare their lives are lived