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Come on, boy The color wheel and the western sky.
Hasnt it been long enough? The reflection of a stranger in a strange fluorescent
When all you ever thinking of is light.
Where are the arms Water on the bathroom floor.
that armed your love? A mattress for an island and a plastic sheet for shore
How do I deny,
do I deny that I am
tired and trembling
over evening when
all I want is a face to hold
and love and light and sex
and cigarettes?
Icebox Calabash & Catamaran
My grandmother catalogued Do you ever feel alone?
the contents of the icebox, Let me tell you about something I know
sure that theres a meal A device, a device
to be made from what was in there. I made something for you.
She offered us an orange
for the seven days of aftershocks, You could even call it home
dressed up in our best clothes there are pictures of people you know!
with the powder in our hair. A device, a device
I made something for you.
It sticks in the throat
It sticks in the throat We would prefer the shades be drawn
I tried to run, but it runs on remote. that you dont have to look back to whats gone
Do you like, do you like?
The blonde girls in midtown board We long to be near you.
the express for the East Side;
I stare for lack of purpose knowing You caress the dial
you are far and gone. It makes you whole again
I slept through my stop Lie behind the smile
and disembarked to make a joyride; You wake up fresh
Brighton Beach and Russian baths and well pretend that
and Hudson River dawn. You can feel the touch
ocean and shallow sand
It sticks in the throat You dont remember much
It sticks in the throat of calabash catamaran.
I tried to run, but it runs on remote.
From the glow and from the tongue
My grandmother listens You could taste it by tapping your thumb
to the men in conversation, Do you like, do you like?
sure that theres a reason We long to be near you.
to be silent and be still.
Table turned and jacket torn Whats in the pocket of your dress?
in ancient observation, Its like a lover but bothers you less
all of us in black against the February chill; the delight, the delight
I am at the window with my feet up on the sill. He longs to be near you.
All the devices Why dont you ever look up to the sky?
All that you like is ours Windows are shuttered, you cover your eye
you touch the dial Dont see a reason for keeping in time,
lie behind the smile the wonder of the youre always distracted, the devil in signs.
small things a comfort
your delight in one word All these schools of lisping children,
oh we touch the dial singing rhymes to their dad.
on and on and on and on Kids dont learn to write their cursive
letters here anymore.
Fingers more than nimble,
Barn Song and recalls in the frost.
The last words all been lost.
Kids dont learn to write their cursive
letters here anymore.
Fingers more than nimble, Winter Song
and recalls in the frost.
Oh all these schools of lisping children, where did it begin?
singing rhymes to their dad. we forgot to mow the lawn
too much time spent
What of words in cracked communion with electric deck of cards
noble, silent, and bare?
Come apart like needles, where did it begin?
and we dont know the names of one day the words were gone
All these trees up on the island, letters lost and found
dont they just look the same? in someones yard
Why dont you ever look up to the sky? kids fall down in the snow
Windows are shuttered, you cover your eye they used to
Dont see a reason for keeping in time.
shopping carts, a highway
What of films of Joseph Cotten, toward a single spire
angles shot from on high? mask and glove and pipe
None of us remembers but not much learned
the details of the plot, but
We found black and white romantic, when you let me in
now youre left with the thought against that careless fire
all the farms all the farms Great Lakes
all the freight
all the books had burned Beyond the spare black curtain
the candle and the glow,
kids fall down in the snow My friend cant get a word in
they used to between the din and the show,