Toward the end of our first year in Las Vegas,. You looked up from your little corner. And I saw that your face was getting a little brighter.. And then you asked me,.
Window facing an ill-kept front yard. Plums on the tree heavy with nectar. Prayers to summon the destroying angel. Moon stuttering in the sky like a film stuck in a projector.
I caught me a rabbit. To keep me company. And I'm here in my car. And the rabbit's here with me.. Heading out Highway 1,. Respecting out posted speed limits..
Bang the small rocks on the big ones. Till the small ones are sharp and clean. Catch something, kill something. New blade cuts real keen. . And then the grass grows up to cover up the firepit and the forge.
I got you. You've got whatever's left in me to get. Our conversations are like minefields. No one's found a safe way through one yet. . I spent a lot of money.
I hear them squeal. I see them preen. Fans all spread out. Neat and clean. . Grab hold of the morning. Head out to the porch. Feel the wind stopping. Feel the sun scorch.
Gather jewels from graveyards when I get home bury them again. Wonder if you'll ever get the chance to ask me why I turned you in. I save my own skin but I live to fight, I live to fight another day.
I was driving up from Tampa. When the radiator burst. I was three sheets to the wind. A civilian saw me first. And then there was the cop. And then the children standing on the corner.
On the day that Dennis Brown's lung collapsed. Spring rain was misting down on Kingston. And down at the harbor, local cops were intercepting an inbound shipment.
If you really want to conjur up a ghost. Cultivate a space for things that hurt you most. Rake the sands until they surface. Bind their tiny eyes. . Stake out your position let your armor fall.
got up before dawn. went down to the racetrack.. riding with the windows down. shortly after your first heart attack.. you parked behind the paddock,.
Feed the kittens in the kitchen. Set food out for the strays. Try hard to do your best. The magpie will have his way. . Fill your mouth with berries. By the full light of the moon.
It's all good to learn that right outside your window. There's only friendly fields and open roads. And you'll sleep better when you think. You've stepped back from the brink.
I hope that our few remaining friends. Give up on trying to save us. I hope we come up with a failsafe plot. to piss off the dumb few that forgave us.
From the housetops to the gutters. From the ocean to the shore. The warning signs have all been bright and garish. Far too great in number to ignore. .
The king of the jungle. was asleep in his car. When your chances fall in your lap like that. you got to recognize them for what they really are. Nobody in this house.
There's the part you've braced yourself against and then there's the other part. Steal up incling northward streets with some weird sickness in the dark.
King Saul fell on his sword when it all went wrong. And Joseph's brothers sold him down the river for a song. And Sonny Liston rubbed some tiger balm into his glove.
Downtown north past the airport. A dream in switchgrass and concrete. Three gray floors of smoky windows. Facing the street. . Michael pulls the blinds back up.
Just when the last of the smoke subsides you'll see my fingers. Hoisting my body up atop the charred debris. Who is that creature with the crazed look in his eyes. Don't even question your senses, you can be sure that's me..