Burn the yard. Set off the grass at one throw. The flames damp and slow. Fell the trees. Grind it all down to the pulp. The hot dirt smoke. Or stare
Searching for sign of life or promise of it. Sort of seems a shame, so soon to say, "I'm done with this." Could it happen - magnet's power to me? To
Read the play in the spring Thought a lot about God's role in suffering And all...all of the millions of times. I heard the news in July Had no symptoms
I am the only one can ride that horse th'yonder I'm full of bees who died at sea it's a wonderful life it's a wonderful life I wore a rooster's blood
High above the ocean High above the sea High above this ink and paper, you were next to me. Called you from the window Called you from the drowsy, halfway
I couldn't figure out how I was ever going to breathe again. For the last hundred minutes or so I took a peek at the signs that we've saved face with
Crystal clear, I could hear a pin drop I know you're near, peering through perched eyes. Words appear, and pass away with trembling The words I fear
Da da da
You're making great leaps, son You're taking great risks. There are a few things I haven't told you yet. Sit right down. I'll bear it all. It's time
Maybe I should try again; start over. Let gravity have its way. Maybe I should try again; start over. Let gravity have its way. I was/I was on the verge
The chopper searchlight is fixed on me. There is no escape from this gravity. The line is ended the label stuck The men in blue just topped the hill.
He leans on the door. His arms are folded. He opens his mouth then changes his mind. Where to start? (and once he does) Where to end? Mulling nothing
I woke up to find the sheets on the floor one cat's on the rumpled sheets the other's in the window watching birds I hear her in the shower and I'm contemplating
Draw a line in the sand. Draw a star. Draw a circle on my hand. Just because, so I know I won't forget. Turn the volume to three. Hit the wipers and
Smell the air, smell the feedback. Paint the road electro-pure. Touch your hair, push the seat back. I feel, I know, I'm sure. Stop at the place just
I heard your voice repeating on long, dark boards and stairs. A static, buzzing beating We'll force ourselves to care that time has pulled away.
Full stop where you let go - count a moment for your return. One drop, stuttered and slow. Then you're back to approaching. In the pictures year away
I got your letter it had turned to sand, lighting strikes the postman in his hand, I hope that you remember the things you had to say, it's just a supernatural
