To touch and tumble through thick of night
'Till they lay wasted on a Sacramento street 'till light,
Boys in brown dancing in the sky,
'Till boys no more ruled their lives.

'Till boys no more carved a bed,
Under a burnout too drenched to mend.
A thought for mine what shall I repair
On this dancing place we call our share.

'Till girls in sashes and shawls and bathing suits
One hundred years old with knowledge to boot
Of business and law, life and success,
Thousands of generations put to the test.

They win, They win, as they dance through the sun.
Dancing and singing, dancing and singing.  

June 26, 2008

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 02, 2005

I am quiet, walking between the rows of shoulder high...
there is learning catching up to me, racing towards my heels.
its pace crushes my lungs;
My head hangs, the earth's aroma lifts towards me so I can smell.

Huffing with the strength of an intelligent woman,
My ******* are firm,
my brawny hair ringlets down my sides,
my solitude attracts attention for one moment,
then the love moves on.

the cold freezes my breath.

I sit at a desk,
conjuring up their names without permission.
invading their lives like an uninvited transient.
watching through an open curtain as they make love to other women.
discarding my own life, calm, slow, sleeping,
fighting for nothing.


October 2, 2005