I walk in stride with people. Much taller than me. And partly it's the boots but. Mostly it's my chi. And I'm becoming transfixed. With nature and my part in it.
Some guy tried to rub up against me. In a crowded subway car. Some guy tried to feed me some stupid line. In some stupid bar. I see the same shit everyday.
For lee I'm cement, but behind the buttons on my blouse. My heart is bent between fair weather and a woman who may never be.. A woman who would be me..
You give me that look that's like laughing. With liquid in your mouth. Like you're choosing between choking. And spitting it all out. Like you're trying to fight gravity.
Life in the circus ain't easy. But the folks on the outside don't know. The tent goes up and the tent comes down. And all that they see is the show. And the laides on the horses look so pretty.
she was cuffed to the truth like the truth was a chair. bright interrogation light in her eyes. her conscience lit a cigarette and just stood there. waiting for her to crack.
I am wading through the waters wanting you.. I don't dare look cause I'll see right through.. I tried to warm myself to sleep, but now I'm wading way too deep..
I opened the fire door. To four lips. None of which were mine. Kissing. Tightened my belt around my hips. Where your hands were missing. And stepped out into the cold.
She's looking in the mirror. She's fixing her hair. And I touch my head to feel. What isn't there. She's humming a melody. We learned in grade school.
you wander into the forest. following that shiny red ball. and by the time you looked up. you were lost, that's not all. . instead of being the hero boy.
Life in the circus ain't easy. But the folks on the outside don't know. The tent goes up and the tent comes down. And all that they see is the show. And the ladies on the horses look so pretty.
They were digging a new foundation in Manhattan. And they discovered a slave cemetery there. May their souls rest easy now that lynching is frowned upon.
Ramblin' around your city. Ramblin' around your town. I never see a friend I know. As I go ramblin' 'round boys. As I go ramblin' 'round. . My mother hoped that I might be.
some crazy fucker carved a sculpture out of butter. and propped it up in the middle of the bonanza breakfast bar. and i am stuffing toast and sausage into my pockets.
When I can hear somethin calling. From somewhere deep and far. I'm a genie in a bikini. Comin out of a jar. I float out of myself. And into the divine.
sitting in my glass house. while your ghost is sleeping down the hall. watching the little birds fly. kamikaze missions into the walls. think i'm going to stay in today.
State trooper thinks I drive too fast. Pulled me over to tell me so. I say out here on the prairie. Any speed is too slow. I miss Brooklyn I miss my crew.
You can't get through it. You can't get over it. You can't get around. . Just like in a dream. You'll open your mouth to scream. And you won't make a sound.
Going once, going twice. Sold to the girl. Who ignored all the advice. Of all the people who knew her better. She just stood there. On the front porch.