It was a very cold clear fall night. I had a terrible dream. Billy Name and Brigid were playing under my stair case. on the second floor about two o'clock in the morning.
The trouble with a classicist he looks at a tree. That's all he sees, he paints a tree. The trouble with a classicist he looks at the sky. He doesn't ask why, he just paints a sky.
Friends have said to lock the door. and have an open house no more. The said the Factory must change. and slowly slip away. But if I have to live in fear.
Please. Come over to 81st street I'm in the apartment. above the bar. You know you can't miss it, it's across from the subway. and the tacky store with the mylar scarves.
It wasn't me who shamed you, it's not fair to say that. You wanted to work I gave you a chance at that. It wasn't me who hurt you, that's more credit that I'm worth.
I think images are worth repeating. images repeated from a painting. Images taken from a painting. from a photo worth re-seeing. I love images worth repeating.
Andy it's me, haven't seen you in a while. I wished I talked to you more when you were alive. I thought you were self-assured when you acted shy. Hello it's me.
Train entering the city. I lost myself and never come back. Took a trip around the world, and never came back. Black silhouettes, crisscrossed tracks, never came back.
Faces and names, I wish they were the same. Faces and names only cause trouble for me. Faces and names. If we all looked the same and we all had the same name.