| Bind Up My Life Villains Lovers and Fools Page 6 |
| The Towers The tower rises up up up to the heavens It has one red eye winking at its partner Down the road�. I long to raise my hand up up up And cover that red eye Gather up all those conversations Idle expectations Conclusions and exasperations Gather them all up in my one hand Raised up up up And toss them into the clouds A rainbow revealed A spectrum of thought No longer a prisoner Of the one eyed jacks |
| Sitting, He and Me We sit, he and me On the ditchbank Slowly rocking in a swing Suspended from a great beam Between two trees. He, with one long leg Crossed over the other; A long and ancient arm Extended along its spine. The other resting half bent A camel cigarette with wispy smoke Pressed between two long and elegant fingers Me, all elbows and knees Feet dangling Losing myself In the slow back and forth Of a lazy summer afternoon On the ditchbank Watching the river flow its flow She, a green brown slither of a river Slowly moving around the rocks and stumps On the endless journey to meet the Wabash far away And above her, the ladies play their tennis And the boys, their basketball And further on the men practice their softball And we sit, he and I, In silence, watching On this opposite bank Foreign and unseen And measure her moods And remember her histories I�ve been told her tales many times But he in his silence Reveals her heart to me He made this swing And painted it pale pink. It has endured the many weepings And overflowings of her Just as he has endured them. He watches over her While the sycamores Sing her lullabyes Here in the cool twilight Of sitting and swinging~ He and me and she. |
| Curled Up Curled up inside my womb, Nestled deep in the recesses of my heart, You sleep the warm soft sleep of lovers. I feel the warmth of your fevered wisdom Within my breast. You stir and turn, Your breath now on my neck Cold, then warm, then cold again. The rhythms of its nature carry me Into the drowsy nothing land, And then it is morning |
| Solace Clinging, I suckle solace From the breasts of poets Swollen with honeysuckle words Damp with honeysuckle tears Longing, To feel the sure and steady heartbeat And its whispering lullaby Nestled warm and dry And drowsy~ And at last, weary soul, Some rest at last In the womb of dreams |
| Conjure Conjure up a spell tonight Chants and incantations Wind howl around my soul tonight Be gone black lamentations Blood raging red in infamy The moon a whiskey glow Shadows filled with yellow eyes Watching for they know�. My wizard comes tonight |
| Dragon's Breath Dragon�s breath rises up Warming the belly of the sky Shy sweet moon looking down Says �Oh���. At the ripe red glow to her eye |
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