know, I know You read old letters written to me, I found an ancient lyric sheet, It felt like reading my diary from 1983 It's okay with me, You can keep your secrets
There were women holding rosaries on the day manolete died teenage girls in soft white dresses standing silent peace respecting groups of boys held
Like a weasel in the clover you tilt toss pop turn over sit down! tremble and weave like a moth by flame deceived sit down! spill with your words
Greta's cedar hope chest is full of pamphlets glass shelves of romantic vignettes a journal laced with sedimentary prose norma gathers and collects
There was light and atomic fission swelling wind rising ash tide of black rain cement seared shawdow traces reminiscent of their last commands
Honor salute and speak to the corner standing flag do you remember how the days of school were indivisible separate worlds compare contrast these
She borders the pavement flanks avenues parades pass white glove attended by my mother the war she'll raise a shaft lift a banner toss a rose
In the cruel garrison of affection if worth of lore is true you know the face of a temptress pit viper a witch or enchantress pit viper with
oh my dear friend my dear friend giorgio how has this time breton discouraged your liaison with the eye styled metaphysical incongruous scenarios
Bent double like old beggars in sacks knockkneed and cursing or coughing like hags men marched on sleeping some without boots fatigue drunken deaf
Frail hinges pivot on a case's door commemorative souvenirs from places containers change with occasion cellophane encased displaying paper certificate
Twenty pills should do the trick Of keeping myself from getting sick and tired Of all the pain, who?s to blame In between the pages of a story that
Sitting in a parking lot Watching the mist of a shadow fade As the night overcomes the day It all begins to slip away Time is ticking and the clocks
say goodbye Will it all end here Like this tonight Why?! Watching her friends walk towards the light Waking from another sleepless night She wears a crimson secret
It?s all she hears As the feeling slowly slips away You're holding a glass of water With a burning hand Break the glass!!! On the other hand Hides
Where do you think you're going now Oh so fast Read my lips Now you ain?t got a chance Standing here knuckles braced I?ll knock you down Bury your
Dear Diary, I feel so alone Why am I here What's my purpose Sometimes these thoughts Seem louder than my screams I?ve tried to drown the sorrows
My daughter, my Child I?ve heard your cry You are never alone I?m by your side I love You, I have a plan A plan to prosper you, not to bring harm Wait
