Seventy-two now and as mad as they come, but even so, now on occasion there's a few come and help Put a crucifix, a portico just like there is at the
It was awful but mostly for the animals. Subjected to such energy. The cumulative force of a thousand minds all opening up at the same time. Over the
You say I have to get a real life But I'm not sure how that in making someone or other rich Is any more real than making a niche for yourself I'm without
She's standing at the door and getting one thing clear I throw the book down and march right into their eyes I'm reduced to almost nothing now Still,
As in the final hours. The priest came walking in. With beans about his hand and wine about his breath. He took the frail wrist and pulled the stool
I'm being held at the end of a tether At the edge of our yard Stretching away The work keeps going on But I've had enough Of being held in single blocks
So I ran faster But it caught me here Yes my loyalties turned Like my ankle In the seventh grade Running after BILLY Running after the rain These precious
They say the staples. They can't hold a kid together. They say the staples they can't hold a kid together. There's quiet on his clothes. With scotch
I'll spend this day in a reverie I won't focus on anything I don't have to I don't feel the need Look at the others with contempt or is it envy? I'll
Back and fourth West to east Across the sprawl On the balls of her feet In her arm On her score card It is bruising the company that you keep And try
for your few and phlegmatic. The young and free are fast and automatic. And they always have been. Four o'clock arrives. The exasperated sigh. Still in line
Put the gun down i just want to talk I can't hear you you're breaking up I can't help being static a rise in the voice marks the descent as the atmosphere
Those little characters. On that little screen. Those little atom bombs she loves to leave. At the accident. Hey, who's playing stretcher-bearer? I saw
She closes her book and before getting up checks her lipstick in the reflection and getting off steps aside a feint, her gait in a shopfront pane ah,
No call this morning No sleep at all Not getting any answers searching through telephones Oh absence, take form Half cold in a king size dawn Breaking
She made it stumbling in over her baggage taking it all on board she couldn't take much more but it's under control where she can keep an eye and hold
They cross me. These streaks of agate. They're red and warning. But I'm already out of bed. They cross me. These streets, like a death. Bright and sunny
You're taking water. You're losing shape. You're wide asleep. Wide asleep and fast awake. You read. You don't understand what you're reading. You pray
