Love gets started and next thing you know. It leaves everything else behind. Love sets fire to your schedule. And then calls an end to time. . And love ain't far behind you.
She says forget what you have to do. Pretend there is nothing. Outside this room. And like an idea she came to me. But she came too late. Or maybe too soon.
I had to leave the house of fashion. Go forth naked from its doors. 'cause women should be allies. Not competitors. . And I had to leave the house of God.
What's with that halo hovering. Above that thick skull. Spare me. If I do say so - I think you're covering. . 'Course there was nothing. Could've prepared me.
The heat is so great. It plays tricks with the eye. It turns the road to water. And then from water to sky. And there's a crack in the concrete floor.
how sick of me. must you be. by now. while you're standing just outside. of what your pride will allow. always reaching into yourself. to find a new way to understand me.
I always escape where I have been.. I leave you looking for my face,. Wondering what it was you've seen. Down the long dark hallway in flight heading back from which I came..
She was hungry so hungry. And she was trying to think clear. But she kept opening the fridge door. And looking at the mustard and the beer. And then finally she went out into the rain.
She was shaking and talking louder and louder. Each sentence was sifted to a very fine powder. Her face was wet and tight, her grip was cold and light.
she went over to his apartment. clutching her decision. and he said, did you come here to tell me goodbye?. so she built a skyscraper of procrastination.
Second intermission. Anticipation. You know the third act. Small talk drops out of the play. You're standing in the lobby. Tightening your tourniquet.
Baby if you like. What you see see see see. Then make me feel nice. And baby tell me, tell me. Tell me with your eyes. Tell me in the glance of a hand.
You're my seeing eye dog and I am blind. You take me there every time. With that winning combination of loyal and kind. Your eyes like wells to the water of your mind.
Yes,. Us people are just poems. We're ninety percent metaphor. With a leanness of meaning. Approaching hyper-distillation. And once upon a time. We were moonshine.
Pavlov hits me with more bad news. Every time I answer the phone. So I play and I sing and I just let it ring. All day when I'm at home. A defacto choice of macro.
He caresses every bottle. Like it's the first one he's had. Saying. It ain't love. . But it ain't bad. It's the only reward. Bestowed upon me. And I have served faithfully.
I cannot name this. I cannot explain this. And I really don't want to. Just call me shameless. I can't even slow this down. Let alone stop this. And I keep looking around.
In each others arms. We cried together. And your tears tasted sweet. All is not lost. . And never to be forgotten. Like a shiver down my spine. The lonely nights keep falling.