Gently they stir, gently rise The dead are newborn awakening With ravaged limbs and wet souls Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement Who called these dead to dance? Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand? Was it the wilderness children? Was it the ghost god himself, […]
Indians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind. Me and my -ah- mother and father – and a grandmother and a grandfather – were driving through the desert, at dawn, and a truck load of Indian workers had either hit another car, or just – I don’t know what […]
Is everybody in? Is everybody in? Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin. WAKE UP! You can’t remember where it was had this dream stopped? Awake Shake dreams from your hair My pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day The day’s divinity First thing you […]
