baby, cry At twelve o'clock a meeting 'round the table For a seance in the dark Voices out of nowhere Put on specially by the children for a lark Cry
it enough to grow old? Is there enough to go around? To have a box in my snailhead? I don't know Is there enough to grow old? Is it enough to have a
and collarbones gray (Frank Lloyd Wright, try to sleep under a dome under the sky) side by side down the road it's my road, once more alone as a warm
Read the stop signs I can't love nothing Make, kill You wake up and it's not morning I can't sleep, I loved you once I loved so much There's a shape on
Your eyes so clear That your face goes on and on Its lasts a long, long time You could be very easy . . . The beast within Can I come to your house?
Catch catch catch catch catch catch catch Catch a bullet in your teeth. I put my head in the sand oh boy, oh boy, oh boy Hi Bad, big bridges. Big, big
corner Run away Oh, he had a nightmare Go, I'm losing my person I'm only talking But look at me I'm in bed, I'm asleep I'm a mess, at my hair Oh,
I Have a fish nailed To a cross On my apartment wall It sings to me with glassy eyes And quotes from Kafka I sings to me An eel is squirming on my couch
The picture never moves My books are very still You slide to my feet You slide across the floor I, throw your head across the ice I, throw my head through a
in my shins I won't break your pain This is much better than me Okay? Fear Looks like me Nothing ever works Even if you Use all you got This is a
is on the ground, fate spits in his face That cut that kills the knife, forcing it till it breaks Forces our heart, can't replace, forces a heartbreak
And a night Frightening dark and It was light A big tree branches and I was dancing I'm straining My broken neck and Walking fast Look at my glasses then
over the wheel Like a pigeon on a tire goes around And circles over circles and he's a queer And his hair on the roof Like a pigeon goes around Says he's a
again Your face in paragraphs Caught in a game of hope A year, found another year A year, found another year When we sit at a table There's fire between
Don't save the brain Look up, look up Can't see the rabbit lying, the rabbit's dying Follow me home to a lean-to, to a lean-to, to a lean-to I don't
The kids were flying today Don't call her girlfriend, we were saying And I was locked into a frame but listening again Don't wait up for me I know what
You built a city in my head Then there were candles And a phoenix burned my bed These are subwords These are air There's one boy In one house In one
