All we seem to do is talk about it. we always end up shouting about it. there was a time when we could overcome it. But it's too late to say we'll just forget it.
The ladies in my dream- so obliging.. They come on down to do the things I need.. Whether skies are calm or cut apart by lightning,. They're always there to minister to me..
Midnight late last week, my daughter's diary. Didn't know what it might be until it was open. I only read one page and then put it away. Talk about your big mistakes. Hey Shan, nice going.
Baby's ball is all blood red like flayed pigs. And silk soft little things. Fill a house hung from strings. And I fly out on my silver, scissoring wings.
Red is my favorite color. Red like your mother's eyes after a while. Of crying about how you don't love her. She says, "I know I don't deserve supervised sight of her.
No one wants to hear about your 97th tear,. so dry your eyes or let it go uncried, my dear.. I am all out of love to mouth into your ear,. and not above letting a love song disappear.
All sweetly sung and succinctly stated. Words and music you calculated. To make you sing along. With your stereo on. As you stand in your shorts on your lawn.
Who wrote those lines on the wall?. Let's retrace where they scrawled ancient characters. It's 2: 00 and your sister's slip, it falls. And the afternoon crawls across the room and tackles her.
Three brides before breakfast. These rails just wrecked us. My right hand on my heart. While my left hand snaps your necklace. . Each day gets a little more scary.
It's just a bad movie, where there's no crying. Handing the keys to me in this Red Lion,. Where the lock that you locked in the suite says there's no prying.
He gets close, but I choke. Take your shit, take your clothes. And get out of my home. I want you to love me. Or I want you long gone. You say your real name is John.
Misty, when you want to hit those wedding bells. You should stop yourself. You should see yourself angry. Screaming to the ceiling, girl, you look like hell.
Down by Okkervil River slow silent thick and black. I stared into the water and the water it stared back. The night it fell from tangles of the branches on the shore.
Hey, my little baby. Pointing at the sky's amazing. In the lake now. All of this sensation. And no space on earth to place it. Where it's safe now. You've got a big day coming.
I live in a building where nobody knows me.. I go to bed early, I sleep in my clothes.. At night I hear screaming down in the street.. I dream that I'm slipping, I reach for my feet..
Dear Mother, we all got bad days. And I know you'll understand. Where we open up a foreign door. With a pair of foreign hands. . Where we find ourselves alone at the foot.
When I'm hosed and they're closing in, maybe only then,. really, I'll try to get right with myself.. So I'll grope down that ladder again, until I'm tumbling -.
Kids get lost. Lambs out wandering. Bigger, blacker things go following them. Into a patch of forest. Somebody once planted for this. Songs not over. Phones still ringing.
To cheat on Maine islands — days of laughter, nights of sighing.. To love without ceasing — flowering orchards, salty sea-things.. To say without shyness "unreal city, you have killed me.".
Packed and all eyes turned in, no one to see on the quay. No one waving for me just the shoreline receding. Ticket in my hand, thinking wish I didn't hand it in.