She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks She hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god So she named the baby Elvis To make up for
My rhyme ain't good just yet My brain and tongue just met And they ain't friends so far My words don't travel far They tangle in my hair And tend
Come and open up your folding chair next to me My feet are buried in the sand and there?s a breeze There?s a shadow, you can?t see my eyes And the sea
I went flyin' out of my window I went flyin' out of my window Been caught doin' it once or twice But it feels so real nice Oh it feels so real nice
Aching to pupate Aching to pup-p-p-pate... Pu-pupate, pu pate, Pu-pate, pu-pupate, pu pa-ate? I should peddle butterflies There's a shortage in the
She lifted the monument in her monumental arms She was the Mother Superior with her carry-on luggage charms She was this androgynous powder nosed girl
On the day that daniel Cowman stopped existing The world should've ended right then and there At precisely four-fifteen when he stopped existing The
Some said the local lake had been enchanted Others said it must have been the weather The neighbors were trying to keep it quiet But I swear that I could
Come in, come in Come into my world I've got to show Show show you Come into my bed I've got to know Know know you I have dreams of orca whales and
All the Holocaust deniers To a bathhouse warm and quiet Complimentary soap, complimentary haircut And gas them up until they know that All the ink stains
We keep on burying our dead We keep on planting their bones in the ground But they won't grow, the sun doesn't help The rain doesn't help If my garden
Lady sing the blues so well As if she mean it As if it's hell down here In the smoke-filled world Where the jokes are cold They don't laugh at jokes
No one laughs at God in a hospital No one laughs at God in a war No one?s laughing at God When they?re starving or freezing or so very poor No one laughs
Hello, hello Calling a Karl Projectorinski To the front, over the cathedral You have won, dear sir May I congratulate you first Human, human of the
I don't care that flowers grow for you and me...and me You don't know what love is till you see her standing there A web of skin and nails and hair And
There was a love affair in this building The kind of love affair, which every respectable building must keep as a legend Slowly festering through an
I know that you cannot be here I know that you are not mine, no Looking out the window at another window I see toenails changing colors Like the
My eyes are bifocal My hands are sec-jointed I live in the future In my pre-war apartment And I count all my blessing I have friends in high places And