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The Cure For Pain
The cure for pain is in the pain. So it's there that you'll find me. Until again I forget. And again he reminds me. "Hear my voice in your head. And think of me kindly".
Sweater Poorly Knit
In a sweater poorly knit and an unsuspecting smile. Little Moses drifts downstream in the Nile. A fumbling reply, an awkward, rigid laugh. And I'm carried helpless by my floating basket raft.
Son Of A Widow
I'll ring your doorbell. Until you let me in. I can no longer tell. Where you end and I begin. . Grape on the vine, grape on the vine. We've been alone a long time.
Silencer
Don't waste your lips on words I've heard before. Kiss my tired head and each letter written wastes your hand. Young man come and lead me to your bed.
Seven Sisters
He made the world a grassy road. Before our bare wandering feet. (He made the world a grassy road). (Before our bare wandering feet). And crushed the stones.
Paper Hanger
Not one motion of her gesture could I forget. The prettiest bag lady I ever met. Pushing her cart in the rain then gathering plastic and glass. She watched the day pass, not hour by hour but pain by pain.
Orange Spider
A note we wrote the other day. To any mice who pass this way. On crumbed and sugared counter tops. 'We must insist your traffic stop'. In their defense, they don't refuse.
O, Porcupine
Without a queen the locust swarm. Turned the ground to black. Descending like a shadowy tower. On a fish's back. . And scattered the sticks. Who crawled like snakes in the sand.
Nice And Blue (pt. Two)
You were a song I couldn't sing. Caught like a bear by the bees with its hand in the hive. Who complains of the sting when I'm lucky I got out alive. .
Nice And Blue
You were a song I couldn't sing. Caught like a bear by the bees with its hand in the hive. Who complains of the sting when I'm lucky I got out alive. .
My Exit, Unfair
My exit unobserved, and my homesickness, absurd. I said, "Water," expecting the word. Would satisfy my thirst. Talking all about the second and third.
Messes Of Men
'I do not exist'. We faithfully insist. Sailing in our separate ships. And coming in tiny caravel. Tiring of trying, there's a necessary dying. . Like the horseshoe crab.
Leaf
If you fail to see a problem. Which I find hard to believe. Or if you're hanging on from branches. Licking honey from the leaves you say. "The hopelessness of living, the childishness of suicide".
January 1979
January, 1979 saw a terrible crash. And it couldn't help but laugh. My ear pressed against the past. Like a glass on the wall of a house in a photograph.
In A Sweater, Poorly Knit
In a sweater poorly knit and an unsuspecting smile. Little Moses drifts downstream in the Nile. A fumbling reply, an awkward, rigid laugh. And I'm carried helpless by my floating basket raft.
In A Sweater, Poolry Knit
In a sweater poorly knit and an unsuspecting smile. Little Moses drifts downstream in the Nile. A fumbling reply, an awkward, rigid laugh. And I'm carried helpless by my floating basket raft.
In A Market Dimly Lit
The bird that plucked the Olive Leaf. Has been circling like a record around the spindle of my mind. Where the needle's worn the grooves too deep. And scratched the wax that's blistered from the heat besides.
I Never Said That I Was Brave
You might sleep, but you'll never dream. Onward, progress, or so it seems. And you might laugh, but you'll never smile. Come on in and waste away awhile.
Gentlemen
We never met, you and I. We were always inside, we were somewhere inside one another. And I'll live without you love. But what good is one glove, without the other?.
Four Word Letter (pt. Two)
I wrote a four word letter with post-script in crooked lines. "Though I'd lived I'd never been alive". You know who I am, you held my hem as I traveled blind.
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