I’m okayif you get me at a good angleand you’re okayin the sort of lightand we don’t looklike pages from a magazinebut that’s all rightthat’s all right I crashed your pickup truckand then I had to drive it back homeI was cryingI was so scaredof what you would doof what you would saybut you just […]

standing just outsidethe circle of lightavoiding the pool cueswatching the gamewaiting for youhanging in the doorwaylike smokelike mistletoethis is where I’ll bewhenever you come or go I’m gonna roll you overgonna peel you backexpose your tender centerwatch the juices flow from the crackgonna peel you outof your protective shellor I might have to break right […]

I got pulled over in west Texasso they could look inside my carhe said are you an american citizenI saidyes sirso farthey made sure I wasn’t smugglingsomeone in from Mexicosomeone willing to settle for america’cause there’s nowhere else to go and every state linethere’s a new set of lawsand every police mancomes equipped with extended […]

you think I wouldn’t have himunless I could have him by the ballsyou think I just dish it outyou don’t think I take it at allyou think I am strongeryou think I walk taller than the restyou think I’m usually wearing the pantsjust ’cause I rarely wear a dress well… when you look at meyou […]

standing like john wayneshe is full framedshe is center stageand my imagination israttling in its cageI didn’t really noticewhen everything else disappearedbut as far as I’m concernedif it isn’t herit isn’t here she says do I know youI say well, no, not biblicallybut I’ve been waiting for you comeand talk to meI have been playingtoo […]

my breast is cradledin the curve of my guitarI’m breaking stringsand other thingsplaying hardno I’m not on the ragbut I’m not on the runI am matching the big boysone for oneand I must admit,I’m having myself some fun because the music businessis still run by menlike every businessand everythingbut we can sing like a sonofabitchmake […]

it was goodgood to see you againgood to meet your girlfriendI’ll try not to wonder where you arewhen you go outside to kiss herin the front seat of your car it is goodgood to be back homehow I missed this time zonestrangers are excitingtheir mystery never endsbut there’s nothing like looking at your own historyin […]

our father who art in a penthousesits in his 37th floor suiteand swivels to gaze downat the city he made me inhe allows me to stand andsollicit graffiti untilhe needs the land I stand onI in my darkened thresholdam pawing through my pocketsthe receipts, the bus schedulesthe matchbook phone numbersthe urgent napkin poemsall of which […]