New York City spread herself before you With her bangles and her spangles and her stars You were impressed with the city so undressed You had to go out
She's a pornographer's dream, he said. I knew what he meant. But it made me imagine: what kind of a dream He would have, that hadn't been spent? Would
The way of the world Has taken its toll Ravaged my body And bitten my soul I am ruined by rain Weathered by wind I've been invaded Without and within
Zephyr & I stand out on West End Avenue Talking about the things that All of us used to do And the wind kicks up with the smell of rain The kids are
Edith wharton's lovely figurines Still speak to me today From their mantlepiece in time Where they wrestle and they play With passions and with prudences
Angel comes home His clothes in a cloud Of the dust and the dirt and destruction She waits inside She knows he's arrived She feels this with no introduction
I will take up all your tears Salty tissues through the years Spread them in the sun to dry Diamonds from each time you cry I will treasure all your
Once I stood alone so proud held myself above the crowd now i am low on the ground. From here i look around to see what avenues belong to me I can't
Consider me a widow, boys and I will tell you why. It's not the man, but it's the marriage that was drowned. So I walk the walk and wait with watchful
Fall and all attendant memories Crowd the day with unrelated histories Each year leaves its unresolving fantasies To hang around each corner Hang around
The virgin mary on a chain has hit me in the mouth again as we explore the carnal score of sacred and profane Sulky boy won't drink his milk mothers
The reproach in your daughter's most beautiful face made me wonder just how she could know of that something that happened between you and me so much
Soap and water take the day from my hand scrub the salt from my stinging skin slip me loose of this wedding band Soap and water hang my heart on the
She'd come to my house and dance in the hall with the music up loud against the light on the wall I danced beside her feeling no shame we were in costume
I knew a plant Whose roots were bound And returned Into the ground Every day I watched it grow Every day It struggled so Roots were bound roots were
Am I an afternoon's pastime? a thing on a string to be thrown and retrieved like a phone call received on somebody's birthday to tease and delight and
Last year's troubles are so old fashioned the robber on the highway the pirate on the seas maybe it's the clothing that's so entertaining the earrings
i dreamed you were a rich man and that i had no place to go i came to you to see if you would take me in through golden curtains you told me you'd let
