Putting two and two together I usually come up with five or sevenI tried to hold my love in a clenched handbut he became small and hard and dropped like a stoneWhite, eight-door, hot tublimo behind us the driverIn the City of Angels,his mother bled to deathThere's no turning back; no tallying what's been spent. No retrieving There’s no history I endorse,no party of purity,My cousins have a strong religious streak -teetotal Bible belters. I don't likeIt's funny how I never saw you grow.I seem to miss what's nearest as a rule,I've known him for years,watched him grow from a little ladDionysius laughed as Eros drew his bow.followblack brick road(no brain no courage no heart)Drain the glass of this January thaw- the shoveled mounds that weep Sometimes when I look on thefloor to where you have kicked Haunting digits of "11" again --two years, six months to the dayOne day when my grandmother was visiting, she stroked my hair and my face, and said...