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Angels All Cry The Same

I know a time to wade through your thoughts Like an aeroplane cutting through across No sense in crying when you could be upset without letting your face get wet What's the use in fighting obtuse ideas when no one bothers to think Make it come out raw like str...

Babies

Forget the middle being what's played Gypsies have babies just the same You know my name, you just do That don't mean I told it to you Into my life, water came With it regret and shame Down to the banks, frozen and strained Flushed-faced, cold-handed Hopped u...

Black Haven

She reigns. Swells in your belly. Suit of champagne, Foie gras and jelly. Far out in the sky, a Black Diamond Haven. A skull is a bone in the head of the raven. Blood on the grail Draws flies to the basement. True love is writ with a stick in the pavemen...

Have You Got My Money

Dear neighbor Have you got my money I need the milk and my baby needs some honey I wish I didn't draw myself in so many shades Sometimes you can't pick the rules of the game She won my favorite heart Took two years and went back to the start But of course I w...

Heatseeker's Safety Den

No, darling, don't tempt me with your prosthesis and shy cogentry Sounds like driftwood in the sea of plenty Couldn't you stay To be sure Precarious, oh, precarious Nefarious few, they'll bury us Precarious, oh, precarious Breathe out Oh, honey, what stops y...

K

Mix me with a stereo song Promise me a heartache Just like you were King Kong I'd fill you up and then some I'd love to see you Saturday afternoon I'd spin you out and show you what you're worth I'd love to hold your backbone in my hands I'd be your favorite...

Restless

Restless, I walked to the shore and picked a place of peace. I found no relief in satin sheets or the bedcrumbs of police. A sovereign god raised up an arm and gave me clever hands. With these I molded irate pleas for an interurban band. Call me stately, lat...

The New Sane Scramble

This halo is a joke a little hoax for parting ghosts My momma told me so She's dead; she ought to know And if you see me walking down your favorite street I'm only going to see little babies trying to breathe This cradle is a tomb an everlasting sense of doo...

Untitled

What would I do if I could never come back When I'm sitting here I'm not mean anymore I don't feel safe when I'm feeling down But I'm not afraid of hanging around You thought you could leave me out of your will It's only fair to tell me not to hang around I...