I've seen your fame chase the wind. Like a tongue on fire. Self-portrait of a weather vane. In windy November turning. . My love moves me without moving.
Ten miles to save my name. Steel crosses cold as stone. Looking like a gambler throwing coins away. . I'm feeling so displaced. You're painting candy on my faith.
Just a little thought in the head of the one. With the sunburnt cheeks and the eyes to the ground. Making earwaxed tongue-tied gutter sounds. . Thinking of the lost rib, dialing the indelible.
Jackie got married on Valentine's Day. It was a lovely wedding. He met his bride on the interstate. Seventeen miles from Connecticut. . At least that's what Jackie said.
Gunther told me it would take one week. I knew for sure that he was lying. How long?. . Well, I went to see my doctor. Only she was crying twice as much as me.
I think I met you on the seventeenth floor. When I stood on Margot's window sill. Or maybe it was in the Crimean war. When I lost my middle finger. . I really don't love you it just looks that way.