When I'm gone. When I'm gone. . Roll my vertebrae out like dice. Let my skull be a home for the mice. Let me bleach like the bones on a beach. I'll be hard like a pit from a peach.
Friends will agree with a pregnant pause. And silently draw out their claws. It's hard to say no to your face. Running away's as easy as running in place.
Everything's a mess. I sleep but don't undress. Drinking all but the Tia Maria. . I never finished any of these books. Hanging open like house plants.
I was sitting there watching TV. Wendy came and sat on my knee. She put her finger in my ear. But I pulled it out so I could hear. . What the newsman on the television said.
Your tear walked down from my fingertip. Like a ladybug sidetracked from it's fated trip. We never got to the touching and feeling. 'Cause the skin's too sensitive when the wounds are healing.
Awaken from your slumber. And get up for the train. You were caught at the station. And waiting for the rain. . Well, I call and you answer. And I answer you again.
We all know she's not alone. That doesn't mean she's not lonely. We said, "Goodbye", I felt sick inside. Leaning on a rail, I watched her as she shied away.
People will tell you where to go. So I've heard it said. I laid down to take a little nap. But there was wet concrete in my bed. . Now you're hanging out your lantern.
Carrying your ashes from bar to bar. I'm in a mess and you're in a mason jar. With you under my arm like a football. I'm not ready to let go and that is all.
In a fluid notion give away your best. Make a forward motion and in the heat undress. Nearly forty hours it's a living death. If we could only catch our breath.
You're so far out. That you've gone right in. And you're so turned in. That you've turned right off. . Let's not forget about the reason. Let's not forget about the slow dance.
An embarrassment of riches. Up ahead between the ditches. Steady on, pails of blue glass beads and baubles. In the toilets of the super models. . Steady on watch what you wish for.
In natural selection I've avoided all detection. And the tender bits underneath. All with window dressing and calculated guessing. And a bark bigger than my teeth.
Smokescreen, oil patch. Road full of thumb tacks. Stiletto umbrella, steel bowler hat. And spectacles made of bulletproof glass. . Armour in the rat race.
Say you mean it. (Say you do). Say you don't. (Or maybe not). . Say it's stupider, be the genius. (Make your mind). Or be a clown. (Open wide). . Be the witchdoctor and cast your spell around.
Add it to the list of square jawed decisions. I refuse to make for the same reason. San Franciscans don't leave on account of an earthquake. There are textbook moves and trails to blaze.
Now I rush to the finger of light. I guess I tore my head off. I hope there's something waiting for me. To make my exit payoff. . Taste and smell and touch.
A city cloaked in orange. Glowing, heavy clouds. All the belches of indigestion. Weigh heavy all around. . A small car buzzing down a wide road. Drifting out of bounds.
Drinking like a teenage, using up the Kleenex. Staring at the CD rack. Asking myself which fuzz box band. Would sound the best. . I try on your lipstick.
First I drank insecticide. A little more each day. Followed by dirty and sugary food. Grown where the light was gray. . Later my thoughts were small and sharp.