Knowing you makes all the difference. Don't it darling. Knowing all your if's and why's. Your when's and how's. . December comes in as a short procession.
Frankie and Annette ran off at sixteen and it all started at a red sox ball game. In a cracker jack box, Frankie found a ring and said "how's about making me a man?".
Since I was a child I could read the tides by the colours of the clouds. When I grew I left in the spring and took only my piano and some gin. . But when I'm awake and I feel my head is swinning.
Since I was a girl, I've been good at embroidery. I finished up my finishing school in Switzerland. Then I escaped to Evian, wound my car down the alps, lived only on apricots.
Years ago the phone rang off the hook for Dr. Monroe. But he's erased the names in his little black book, he's living alone. Oh, you might have seen him chain-smoking on national TV.
The coffee beanery was about to explode. Or was it a field. Nobody knows. Nobody saw it coming. But for days. The forecast predicted frost. The TV's radiated ice.
Autumn's coming in through the yard,. Marching like a grandfather clock. The badges he wears are tattered and old. Like shredded ribbons of bright read and gold.
My first lover was real sweet, he made a woman out of me. But he left as quick as he came, my baby James. Mama said I was naive. 'Said one day he'd pick up and leave me.