I'm gonna turn and walk away. You can wait 'til I am far along. Then run and come and catch my arm. And say you'd die if I were gone. . I want to hear you call my name.
My breast is cradled. In the curve of my guitar. I'm breaking strings. And other things. Playing hard. No I'm not on the rag. But I'm not on the run. I am matching the big boys.
I'm holding here a book. Notable, but not the greatest. Stolen for me by the latest in a long line of thieves. And I'm just about to drop it down that man hole of memories.
I'll be the right hand. You'll be the left hand. You and me we make. A mariachi band. . Standing on the corner. Waiting for the light. When you're around I.
The answer came. Like a shot in the back. While you were running from your lesson. Which might explain. Why years later all you could remember. Was the terror of the question.
I'm okay. If you get me at a good angle. And you're okay. In the right sort of light. . And we don't look. Like pages from a magazine. But that's all right.
even when i look right at you. i always just see through. and i always just see new things. to admire about you.. . am i what you thought you were getting?.
Such an intent stare. One eye at a time. Your talons like fish hooks. . You are a rare bird. The kind I wouldn't even mind. Writing in the margins of my books.
No you didn't just leave. I actually kicked you out. I couldn't hardly believe. That the words came out my mouth. You couldn't hardly believe. What you heard yourself discuss.
We drove the car. To the top of the parking ramp. 4th of July. Sat out on the hood. With a couple of warm beers. And watched the fireworks. Explode in the sky.
I am evening the score. I am cutting the umbilical cord. Curled with my teeth against my knees. I am scratching at my consciousness. Like a bitch with fleas.
Can't sit on my porch and smoke a j,. And remember how peaceful life can be.. But all night long are a bunch of pushers. Sellin' drugs right there on my tv..
I do it for the joy it brings. Because I'm a joyful girl. Because the world owes me nothing. And we owe each other the world. I do it because it's the least I can do.
In the jukebox of her memory. The list of names flips by and stops. She closes her eyes. And smiles as the record drops. . Then she drinks herself up and out.
i love us both but i don't feel good. so i keep pulling over. and looking under. the hood. i love us both but i'm at wit's end. where does your compromise begin.
It's not so much that we got closer. It's that her face just got bigger. And by the time it was taking up my whole view. I figured my face had got bigger too.
You start tripping. And I start slipping away. I was taught to zip it. If I got nothing nice to say. . And down in the Texas of my heart. Driving a really big truck.
In walked a man in the shape of a man. Holding a hat-shaped hat. He held up two fingers and said 'how many fingers? ". And I said 'peace man, that's where it's at".
it's a heartbreak even situation. nothing lost and nothing gained. so i'm 10 years old again. standing in the backyard waving at a train. . i feel you make love to me slightly.