That train just won't stop. Blowin' its horn that way. But it don't really matter. I wasn't sleeping anyway. I got precious little time. Before that rooster starts.
I am out here studying stones. Trying to learn to be less alive. Using all of my will. To keep very still. Still even on the inside. . I've cut all of the pertinent wires.
On one hand I'm walking. The way that I do. Looking like I'm lost in thought. But I'm looking for you. . It's so subconscious. The way that I feel. Too bad my subconscious life.
White people are so scared of black people. They bulldoze out to the country. And put up houses on little loop-dee-loop streets. And while america gets its heart cut right out of its chest.
well your arms hang parallel to the curtains. your gaze falls perpendicular to the floor. your resign yourself to the hurting. the lines in your brow are deeper than before.
The subway car smells like an animal's cage. And don't you feel like the captain riding in a rage. Oh the city's sweet as cider...sours with age. . The toss between fear and freedom.
Sunday morning. Slow beats seething. Through the screens in. The open windows. Eggs frying. Legs shaking. After we stayed lying. So long in bed. Sunday morning.
Sleep walking through the all-nite drug store. Baptized in fluorescent light. I found religion in the greeting card aisle. Now I know hallmark was right.
I don't mind waiting in line. No, no. I don't mind if the bills pile up and the work is slow. I don't mind the gas or the groceries or the drive. Gone inside with you I'm having a good time.
who's gonna give a shit. who's gonna take the call. when you find out that the road ahead. is painted on a wall. and you're turned up to top volume. and you're just sitting there in pause.
I don't keep much stuff around. I value my portability. But I will say that I have saved every letter. You ever wrote to me. The one you left on my windshield.
I'm sorry I didn't sound more excited on the phone.. I'm sorry that after all these years,. I've left you feeling unrequited and alone. . Brought you to tears..
Something about this landscape just don't feel right. Hyper air-conditioned and lit up all night. . Like we just gotta see how comfortable comfortable can get.
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..