I was looking at the leaves. Climbing to the tops of the trees. But you were nowhere to be found. Just beneath all the green. You were buried like a little seed.
Daniel broke the king's decree. Peter stepped from the ship to the sea. There was hope for Job like a cut down tree. I hope that there's such hope for me.
God is love and love is real. But the dead are dancing with the dead. And though all that's charming disappears. All of things lovely only hurt my head.
I'll lie down for the last time. . Fall far, I'll fall well away from her. I insist that I'll be dearly missed. Say never, say never. . I'll pour down like water.
First came a strong wind ripping off rooftops like bottle caps. And bending lampposts down to the ground. Then came a thunder shattering my windows. But you were not that strong wind or that mighty sound.
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".
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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. .
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 unobserved, and my homesickness, absurd. I said, "Water," expecting the word. Would satisfy my thirst. Talking all about the second and third.
'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.
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 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 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.