To my dearest forsaken Who the earth now has taken Empty, the bottle drains no more It is true that I loved you Despite the harm that I own you Wash
Said the plain clothes cop to the beauty queen ?I?ve seen nothing but a spoke in a wheel? So she gave up her crown to a kid with a crutch And they
In the failing light of the afternoon Lucy in the shade of the dogwood blooms Yesterday the solace of a poison fish Tomorrow I'll be kissing on her blood
Almost home When I missed the bottom stair You were braiding your gray hair It had grown so long Since I'd been gone And the perfect girls By the pool
Talk of yesterday and she will show her brothers photographed in kalised clothes. Say tomorrow and she 'll say come find me, on a beach and there will
There's a woman here with a broken record player And a dusty compass off to map the country's new behavior Strange words that we hold on back into the
Wolves by the road And a bike wheel spinning on a pawn shop wall She leaned on her colored hair Like a butterfly wing in a summer rainfall And the roll
Cain got a milk-eyed mule from the auction Abel got a telephone And even the last of the blue-eyed babies know That the burning man is the color of the
Please remember me, happily By the rosebush laughing With bruises on my chin, the time when We counted every black car passing Your house beneath the
In our days we will live Like our ghosts will live: Pitching glass at the cornfield crows And folding clothes Like stubborn boys across the road
Love was a promise made of smoke In a frozen copse of trees A bone cold and older than our bodies Slowly floating in the sea Every morning there were
A boy with a coin he found in the weeds With bullets and pages of trade magazines Close to a car that flipped on the turn When God left the ground to
There is a house by the sea Two jealous sisters, they're waiting for me And one is laid on the floor And one is changing the locks on the doors And I'
You returned the book unfinished about a girl with raven hair And a gentleman, her lover, who presented her a mare Which she rode across the country
Louise only got from me innocent poetry I thought she played to not listen Still I can hear myself speak as if no one else Ever went over to sleep
I was a quick wet boy Diving too deep for coins All of your straight blind eyes Wide on my plastic toys And when the cops closed the fair I cut my
Here?s a prayer for the body buried by the interstate Mother of a soldier, a tree in a forest up in flames Black valley, peace beneath the city Where
Fake watches in your broken hand Barely keeping time Barefoot in the city and your phone is ringing Bet you're watching all the happy kids Climbing on