There Will Be Water If God Wills

Lover," She Whispers, And Closes Her Eyes. It Falls Upon Her. Love Is Like Dying.

I've Always Thought It Would Be Fun To Update "hansel And Gretel." I'd Have These White Parents In The Suburbs With An Income Of Fifty Or Sixty Thousand Dollars. Daddy Loses His Job, And The Wicked Stepmother Says, "we Could Get Along, We Could Keep Our Mastercharge, If You'd Just Get Rid Of Those Shitty Kids." Finally The Father Hires A Limo And Tells The Driver, "drop 'em Off On Lenox Avenue In Harlem At Two In The Morning." These Two Little White Kids Land There. They're Menaced. And This Supposedly Nice Black Lady Says, "would You Like Some Candy?"

The Poets Continually And Sometimes Wilfully Mistake Love. Love Is The Old Slaughterer.

Even When Love Isn't Enough...somehow It Is.

No Matter How Many Times You Shake It The Last Drop Always Ends Up In Your Pants