a cat came drifting onto my porch from the outside coldand with eyes closed, drinking warm milk from my bowl,thought:nobody hears me!(nobody hears me)I crept in so soft!and nobody sees me!(nobody sees me)as I watched six . . .
I said my goodbyes to the sun my little one, so far away. And how strange, how small we must become yet as familiar as yesterday The bluest iris that I'd ever seen SHe vanished like a dream, sinking back into the ground . . .
[while, in my little world, I patched a plaster walland in my little world, I was waiting (just dying!)to take offence at somethingthis is all there is in my sad little world]in darkness a light shineson you and on meI n . . .
Let us die, let us die Dying we reply don't talkto us about suffering, look in our eyes. Let us be, let us be- Our closeness is such that wherever she rests her head in the softness underneath, she'll feel me - and you w . . .
our house wrapped in disrepair,a small mouse peeked out from a hole beneth the stairsnearby to where my dad sat in his favorite chair,thinking about the gov't and muttering a prayerso I scattered some oats in hopes she'd . . .
On a bus ride into town, I wondered Why am I going to town?I looked around at th e billboards and the stores I thought,Why do I look around?so I got out and I bowed and kissed the filthy groundand in the first dry spot I . . .
Call me outside I'll come running down.When I satisfied each need invented by my eyeI was a nest by a fox's hole or dirt underneath your boots soleswhen I satisfied each need invented by my eyeit was nothing like I'd ima . . .
I have my pictures of you, you don't look back at mea smile I'd almost forgotten, bruises I don't seenever forgive you for a sky turned from gray to blackcome out and kiss me, darlingI promise I'll kiss you back.a new he . . .
Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt. "As we melt let's make no noise oh the profanation of our love to tell the world our passing joys! And we, besides, care less to miss our eyes and lips and han . . .
Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt. As we melt let's make no noise oh the profanation of our love to tell the world our passing joys! And we, besides, care less to miss our eyes and lips and hands. (but honey, I' . . .
it's the end of the morningwhat have i done?it's finally getting warmeroh God what have i done?prayers for your soul while hoping minewould leave this awful place sometimesomewhere better with no more painyou won't love . . .
i wrote a four word letterthough i'd lived i hadn't been aliveyou held my hem but i traveled blindthought i'd sold my soul for something betterthe rain came down, it wet my eyesi didn't mindit's not me that you've missed . . .
I wrote a four word letter, with post-script, in crooked lines, tho I'd lived I'd never been alive.You know who I amyou held my hem as I traveled blind listening to the whispering in my ear,soft but getting stronger, tel . . .
We never met, you and I We were always inside, we were somewhere inside one another. And I'll live without you love, but what good is one glove, without the other? You only ask about my leaving, well honey I had no choic . . .
Not one motion of her gesture could I forget The prettiest bag lady I ever met Pushing her cart in the rain Then gathering plastic and glass She watched the day pass Not hour by hour But pain by pain If I was a basket fi . . .
You might sleep, but you'll never dream Onward! Progress! Or so it seems. You might laugh, but you'll never smile. Come on in and waste away awhile. When dreams of rings of flowers fade and blur Giving way to that famili . . .
the bird that plucked the Olive Leafhas been circling like a record never-ending in my mindwhere the needle's worn the grooves too deep,and scratched the wax that's blistered from the heat besidesso from any movement in . . .
in a sweater poorly knit and an unsuspecting smilelittle moses drifts downstream in the Nilea fumbling reply, an awkward rigid laughI'm carried helpless by my floating basket raftyour flavor in my mind swings back and fo . . .
January, 1979 saw a terrible crash and it couldn’t help but laugh.My ear pressed against the pass like a glass on a wall of a hospital photograph.My forehead no longer sweet with holy kisses worthy of your fiery l . . .
If you fail to see a problem,(Which I find hard to believe)Or if you're hanging on from branchesLicking honey from the leaves you sayThe hopelessness of living, the childishness of suicideBut there's a call to love my br . . .
I do not exist,we faithfully insistsailing in our separate ships,and in each tiny caravel-tiring of trying, there's a necessary dyinglike the horseshoe crab in its proper season sheds its shellsuch distance from our frie . . .
My exit, unobserved, my homesickness, absurd,I said Water, Expecting the word would satisfy my thirst!Talking all about the second and third when I haven't understood the first,Jonah, where's that boat going - Your ship . . .
You were a song that I couldn't sing you were a story I couldn't tell I've only ever loved myself But I've loved myself so well. And how defeated I return! (you're nice and blue, you're nice and blue) I missed what I was . . .
You were a song I couldn't singcaught like a bear by the bees with its hand in the hivewho complains of the pain of the stingwhen I'm lucky I got out alive!a life at best left half behind,the taste of the honey still swe . . .
without a queen the locust swarmturned the ground to blackdescending like a shadowy tower on a fish's backand scattered the sticks who crawledlike snakes in the sandas the red clay took the form of a lizardwho rushed lik . . .
a note we wrote the other dayto any mice who pass this wayon crumed and sugared countertop:we must insistyour traffic STOP.in their defense, they don't refusebut nonetheless we've come to usesnapping traps and poison bea . . .
Not one motion of her gesture could I forgetThe prettiest bag lady I ever metPushing her cart in the rainThen gathering plastic and glassShe watched the day passNot hour by hourBut pain by painIf I was a basket filled wi . . .
He made the world a grassy road before our bare, wandering feet,and crushed the stones into the softest sand between our toes,but we're wondering where to sleep,clever words on pages turn to fragments;Circles, points and . . .
Don't waste your lips on words I've heard before Kiss my tired head. And each letter written wastes your hand, young man Come and lead me to your bed You gave me hope that I'd not lost her And then thought it rather stra . . .
I'll ring your doorbellUntil you let me inAnd I can no longer tellWhere 'you' end and 'I' beginGrape on the vineWe've been alone a long timeGrape on the vineWhy not be crushed to make wine?Pay no attention to meDancing w . . .
The cure for pain is in the pain, so it's there that you'll find me. Until again I forget, and again he reminds me, Hear my voice in your head, and think of me kindly. Let me be, let me be.. Lowered down like a casket an . . .
first came a strong wind,ripping off rooftops like bottlecapsand bending lampposts down to the groundthen came a thunder shattering my windowsbut you were not that strong wind or that might soundthat left the barn in sha . . .
I'll lie down for the last time and fall well away from her And I insist that I'll be dearly missed (please, say never) I'll pour down like water In between the sky and doubt we talked about 'forever' and all our other u . . .
God is love and love is real,but the dead are dancing with the deadand though all that's charming disappearsall things lovely only hurt my headas I gather stones from fields like pearls of water on my fingers' endsand wr . . .
Daniel broke the king's decree,Peter stepped from the ship to the seathere was hope for Job like a cut down tree,I hope that there's such hope for medust be on my mind's conceptionsand anything I thought I kneweach word . . .
I was looking at the leavesClimbing to the tops of the treesBut you were nowhere to be found,Just beneath all the greenYou were buried like a little seedAmong the roots and underground,I was licking at the leavesBut i wa . . .
Why burn poor and lonely under a bowl.Under a lampshade or on the shelfBeside the bed where at nightYou lay turning like a door on it's hinges?(First on your left side, then on your right side, then your left side again) . . .
Save my skin, I need a medic Hold me down, I'm only sewn down. Save my teeth, show me you meant it Catch my death, I'm only sewn together. My eyelids are heavy, and the night's wearing on Your story's familiar, and your . . .
It's the smell of hot summertime trash,it's the city noise of a busy streetit's a train derailed and two car head on freeway crasheach time we meetand if it comes as some sort of surprise, she saidthat I seem so composed . . .
we took the twine we used to useto tie up tight our tattered shoestwisted twigs and crooked crossa necklace for the deeply lostBuilder with the broken bricksMother to the baby chicksYou made this world to look so niceI w . . .
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