He's in an emotional prison. The self-inflicted kind. You're like a nun on a mission. To help that boy unwind. I said, "nobody's ever escaped alcatraz.
Maggie looks out her window,. Sees a cab in the street. Lets out a point-blank whistle,. It stops with a screech. She picks up the last box,. That sits in the corner.
If you could paint her, she'd be a picasso.. She's got a few things out of place.. Like when she smiles, it's slightly out of line.. It's half awkward, yet half grace..
My lips couldn't speak out on Marberry Street. You say you need something to live for. Out on this long winding road. If you need somewhere to go. I'll be the cab that you cry for.
The moon must know it's friday, he's been drinking all night. Crooning and swooning,. He says come dance in the half-light. So you whirl out a step, choreographed by wine.
Who let the dragonfly into my bedroom. Was it you?. 'cause it's buzzing 'round my head like a hurricane. Was it you?. . Moonlight on my window sill. Did it fly from the cornfield or up over the hill?.
Picture my face at your kitchen table,. We're both fifteen years old.. . Your parents are sleeping upstairs in their bedroom,. The house is quiet, but cold..
So you found yourself a corner apartment. With a view of the town all your own. All your friends say. The city's gonna kill you or cure you. Five flights of stairs to your home.
When he looked. Into a starry sky upon Jupiter,. With it's cold moons. Making their weary rounds.. . Did he know that the Pope. Would claim that he ran with Lucifer.
She can turn a room round on a dime. Part a crowd like the Red Sea. She's Moses. And stranger's eyes. All fall and rise. On her length. Like they're sizing up roses.
I'll respond to you in letters. Sorry so slow, sorry so few. In a nutshell, I'm much better. So far the complaints I hear are few. . So how have you been? have you been to the races? did you take my mother --.
I judged the distance. To where you ran your hand through your hair. You were startled for an instant , you said,. "take me home," and I paid the fare..
Change, change, change. Change, change, change. . If I were your brother. Could I spill your blood on me. We, who share a mother. Would we spite the sons.
Street corner, cityside lane. People cross borders. When green lights change. And isn't that strange. A face on someone. I almost said your name. Can you blame me?.
Weather advisory, one for the diaries. Windy and cold so stay off the road. It's bitter outside your windows. Stack your blankets, light your candles.
I'm a pistol, a forty-five,. I just shot two men in this hot-house dive.. . Now I'm smoking - burning hot barrel of metal.. Believe it or not, I was bought by this guy named ray,.
I'm skipping stones. at the edge of the dock. A fog came rolling in,. quiet like a hawk. The river's so smooth,. it could shatter with a rock. It felt like I was walking on water.
Tell the man who repairs the wings for Angels. That one has fallen among the mortals on Bleeker Street. I lent a hand, she looked up at the steeples. As if to blame them for the pavement beneath her feet.
Needle in my hand. Got a forearm rubber band. Got a golden liquid in a tube. I'm gonna do a vessel jam. . Got lots of money. Got lots and lots and lots of time.
She is searching for some form of salvation. In the corner of a bar down the street,. But the gin controls whole conversations. And plays magic tricks with her feet....