Do You Remember What You Wanted To Know?
It was always about knowing,
wasn’t it? Those first days
with Mammy holding you the
night a man came to the house
The Birth of Rhosonny
Rivers of blood converged through millennia,
each conversion an expansion and contraction
until diverted into two fork
Qaal
I’m from the
Bronx, and then they took me
and dropped me out of airplanes
into the jungles of Viet Nam.
Hear it in the Rain
To hear it in the rain, lying in the back seat
of a ’62 Valiant, parked on the new streets
Lention
Believing love comes only toward perfect beings,
I, knowing myself imperfect,
thought all who loved me fools
Or else myself a thief.