Lying on the floor. Four stories high. In the corridor. Between the asphalt and the sky. I am caught like bottled water. The light daughter. I wonder what you look like.
You think you're not worthy. I'd have to say I agree. I'm not worthy of you. You're not worthy of me. Which of us is deserving. Look at the human race.
There you were day after day. Six feet. Twenty feet. Two feet away. Right in my pocket singin' me a song. Makin' my heart race all day long. . And we talked it out and we talked it down.
You had time. How can I go home. With nothing to say. I know you're going to look at me that way. And say what did you do out there. And what did you decide.
Coming of age during the plague. Of Reagan and Bush. Watching capitalism gun down democracy. It had this funny effect on me. I guess. . I am cancer. I am HIV.
You cease to smell the steel plant. After you've lived there for a while. Smoke is snow is ash are leaves that blow. Through the air aloft. All our houses dim their sliding.
The light blue flickering rhythm. Of the neighbor's big console t.v.. Is basking on the ceiling. Of another insomniac spree. And outside sleep's open window.
you were fresh off the boat. from virginia. i had a year of new york city. under my belt. we met in a dream. we were both nineteen. i remember where we were standing.
He had all kind of reasons. Why she was unable to love him. She was just too young. She was too high strung. She was afraid of commitment. . But all of the theories.
Think I'm going for a walk now. I feel a little unsteady. I don't want no one to follow me. Except maybe you. . I could make you happy, you know. If you weren't already.
I know I've seen you around. You can't forget that hair. But I didn't hear you come in. How long have you been sitting there?. . You know you can tell me anything.
Up, up, up, up, up, up points the. Spire of the steeple. But God's work isn't done by God. It's done by people. . Up, up, up, up, up, up points the. Fingers of the trees.
I'm still here because. I've got nothing else to do. You're an asshole. But I'm getting used to you. . I like the fact that. You talk incessantly. I got a thing for assholes.
I tell you what, there is plenty wrong with me,. But I fixed up a few old buildings. And I planted a few trees.. Children seem to like me,. And animals, too,.
Welcome to:. No amount of stoned makes you feel ok. Welcome to:. This year's alone - brought to you by Christmas day. . Welcome to:. The darkness into which prayin' people pray.
what what what what what did you think you were doing?. how how how how how did you think this would go?. when when when when when you showed up on my radar.
If my life were a movie. There would be a sunset. And the camera would pan away. But the sky is just a little sister. . Tagging along behind the buildings.
today we are only whatall is nice about us. today we turned on in the blue light of dawn. and made love. . and you were not a dot dot dot. waiting for me to complete you.