This circus is falling down on its knees The big top is crumbling down It’s raining in Baltimore fifty miles east Where you should be, no one’s around I need a phone call I need a raincoat I need a big love I need a phone call These train conversations are passing me by And […]
Tag Archives: August And Everything After
Rain King
When I think of heaven Deliver me in a black-winged bird I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers And all other instruments of faithand sex and God in the belly of a black-winged bird. Don’t try to feed me I’ve been here before and I deserve a little more I […]
Ghost Train
I took the cannonball down to the ocean Across the desert from the sea to shining sea I rode a ladder that climbed across the nation Fifty million feet of earth between the buried and me "How do you do?" She said "Hey, how do you do?" She buys a ticket cause it’s cold were […]
Omaha
Start tearing the old man down Run past the heather and down to the old road Start turning the grain into the ground Roll a new leaf over In the middle of the night there’s an old man Treading around in the gathered rain Hey mister if you want to walk on water Would you […]
Sullivan Street
Take the way home that leads back to Sullivan Street Cross the water and home through the town Past the shadows that fall down wherever we meet Pretty soon now I won’t come around I’m almost drowning in her sea She’s nearly fallen to her knees Take the way home Take the way home that […]
Anna Begins
My friend assures me "it’s all or nothing" I am not worried, I am not overly concerned My friend implores me: "For one time only make an exeption" I am not not worried Wrap her up in a package of lies send her off to a coconut island I am not worried, I am not […]
Perfect Blue Buildings
Just down the street from your hotel, baby I stay at home with my disease And ain’t this position familiar, darling Well, all monkeys do what they see Help me stay awake, I’m falling… Down on Virginia and La Loma Where I got friends who’ll care for me You got an attitude of everything I […]
A Murder Of One
Blue morning, blue morning Wrapped in strands of fist and bone Curiosity, Kitten, doesn’t have to mean you’re on your own You can look outside your window He doesn’t have to know We can talk awhile, baby We can take it nice and slow All your life is such a shame, shame, shame All your […]