The sun is setting on the century. And we are armed to the teeth. We're all working together now. To make our lives mercifully brief. . And school kids keep trying to teach us.
The sun is setting on the century. And we are armed to the teeth. We're all working together now. To make our lives mercifully brief. . And school kids keep trying to teach us.
{So, okay}. . {o, lastly, well, we were supposed to be here last night. I mean, not and you're late, no}. . {We were supposed to be in this town, sleeping soundly in beds.
I am out here studying stones. Trying to learn to be less alive. Using all of my will. To keep very still. Still even on the inside. . I've cut all of the pertinent wires.
On one hand I'm walking. The way that I do. Looking like I'm lost in thought. But I'm looking for you. . It's so subconscious. The way that I feel. Too bad my subconscious life.
White people are so scared of black people. They bulldoze out to the country. And put up houses on little loop-dee-loop streets. And while america gets its heart cut right out of its chest.
Sunday morning. Slow beats seething. Through the screens in. The open windows. Eggs frying. Legs shaking. After we stayed lying. So long in bed. Sunday morning.
Sleep walking through the all-nite drug store. Baptized in fluorescent light. I found religion in the greeting card aisle. Now I know hallmark was right.
I don't mind waiting in line. No, no. I don't mind if the bills pile up and the work is slow. I don't mind the gas or the groceries or the drive. Gone inside with you I'm having a good time.
I don't keep much stuff around. I value my portability. But I will say that I have saved every letter. You ever wrote to me. The one you left on my windshield.
I'm sorry I didn't sound more excited on the phone.. I'm sorry that after all these years,. I've left you feeling unrequited and alone. . Brought you to tears..
Something about this landscape just don't feel right. Hyper air-conditioned and lit up all night. . Like we just gotta see how comfortable comfortable can get.
Love gets started and next thing you know. It leaves everything else behind. Love sets fire to your schedule. And then calls an end to time. . And love ain't far behind you.
She says forget what you have to do. Pretend there is nothing. Outside this room. And like an idea she came to me. But she came too late. Or maybe too soon.
I had to leave the house of fashion. Go forth naked from its doors. 'cause women should be allies. Not competitors. . And I had to leave the house of God.
What's with that halo hovering. Above that thick skull. Spare me. If I do say so - I think you're covering. . 'Course there was nothing. Could've prepared me.
The heat is so great. It plays tricks with the eye. It turns the road to water. And then from water to sky. And there's a crack in the concrete floor.
how sick of me. must you be. by now. while you're standing just outside. of what your pride will allow. always reaching into yourself. to find a new way to understand me.
She was hungry so hungry. And she was trying to think clear. But she kept opening the fridge door. And looking at the mustard and the beer. And then finally she went out into the rain.
She was shaking and talking louder and louder. Each sentence was sifted to a very fine powder. Her face was wet and tight, her grip was cold and light.