And whatever's charming disappears while all things lovely only hurt my head
As I gather stones from fields like pearls of water on my fingers' ends
(And I carefully wrap them up in boxes... safe from windows...)
From things that break!!
But it liked me best that way... besides, how else could I confess?
When I looked down like if to pray,
Well, I was looking down her dress... good God!
Please, catch for us the foxes in the vineyard... the little foxes.
Because they only come out when it's quiet,
Their tails brushing over your eyelids...
Oh, wake up, sleepers, and rise from the dead!
Or the fur that they shed that's gonna lay on your bed
In a delicate orange-ish cinnamon red... ah, but I don't need this!
I don't need this!
For I have my loves... I don't need this.
- Torches Together
- January 1979
- Tie Me Up! Untie Me!
- Leaf (Linear)
- Disaster Tourism
- Seven Sisters
- The Soviet
- Paper Hanger
- My Exit, Unfair
- Four Word Letter (Pt. Two..
- Son of a Widow
- 1. In a Sweater Poorly Knit
- 2. Allah, Allah, Allah
- 3. The Fox, the Crow and the..
- 4. Bullet to Binary
- 5. Messes of Men
- 6. The Ghost
- 7. Nine Stories
- 8. C-Minor
- 9. Four Word Letter (Pt. Two..
- 10. Timothy Hay