Rapture

I saw a woman in a circle. Her face was a rapture. She was pulling a lever, she was raising a hammer. She's gonna ring that bell. I turned to tell my brother.

Question Mark

Well a question mark is,. It's a little wavy line above a dot or two upon your page, or. A question marks you and you. Wonder as it sinks into your memory.

On The Way Up

On the way up - I felt clean. Driving along in a waking dream. The rollingest hills I'd ever seen. Felt like the best me I'd ever be. On the way up I just knew.

November

Close my door. Close my eyes. Press my fingers to the glass. Why does November drag its heels when October never seems to last?. . The television tells us love can make a mute man speak or.

No Wonder

Are these your arms across your chest?. Is that your face turned from me?. Are these your legs drawn between us?. Is this you?. No wonder. . Is this my voice, pleading, broken, bitter?.

No One Else

Well I promised I'd speed the journey home. But I saw the magic tonight. So I stopped my speck of a car amidst the mountains. And the silence and the starlight.

Little Foot

Just Before The War

We used to hate that little fucker,. we used to beat him up,. and when he cried, it made us hate him more.... . I mean, Jesus, kids are awful,. boys especially..

If Love Is Not Enough

How many should haves, how many should have nots. How many I wish we hads lie between us?. For two basically well intentioned people it seems to me Our failures just demean us.

Half The Time

Half the time you do not listen, half the time you have your. Head in the sand, your heart in your hand and you. Have the time to ask the questions, then you walk out on the answers.

Every Mother's Son

I speak to you. Hope you'll understand. You made your son Joseph a dangerous man. He's gone to town. Got himself a gun. This could happen to every mother's son.

Black Snow

There's a right turn somewhere that can take you to the wrong place. Someone you don't know can start stepping on your face. There's a left turn somewhere that can take you from the smoke.

Birgit

The rain refuses,. a few drops and then it stops,. a few drops and then it stops. The city holds its breath. You come home from work. And I can tell around the corners of our talk.

Better Way To Go

I just came from the guru's website. I'm still washing off the smell. Man, why don't he just go on TV. And tell us all, "Give up or go to hell". . I was only looking if they had something to say.

All In Good Fun

Walking down the street kicking up the leaves. Like a latter day Snoopy and Woodstock. Man when you sit there I could almost hear Guaraldi playing in my head.

The Voice

I want a voice. I want a deep, resonant, effortless voice. A big voice - bigger than me. I want to speak and hear the floorboards take it up. so that people hear me first with their bodies,.

The Trouble With Poets

The trouble with poets is they talk to much.. They tell us how it hurts them,. and it hurts them just a little more.. . We can not tell;. maybe they make that part up!.

The Prince

The Dreams

Inside the tunnels, the stone tunnels, are the trains. And inside the trains, the steel trains, are the bags of skin. And inside the thin skin are the blood and the bones.

My Time Of Day

My time of day is the dark time a couple of deals before dawn. When the street belongs to the cop and the janitor with the mop. And the grocery clerks are all gone.