Fall and all attendant memories Crowd the day with unrelated histories Each year leaves its unresolving fantasies To hang around each corner Hang around
I will take up all your tears Salty tissues through the years Spread them in the sun to dry Diamonds from each time you cry I will treasure all your
the struggle for survival Love is never blind Now Olivia lies under anesthesia Her wit and wonder snuffed In a routine operation Her own beauty not
On the way to the bidet Is when the trouble used to start It didn't mean, she wasn't queen Of the tinderbox that was his heart Her fire, his desire meant
Love is the only thing that matters Love is the only thing that's real I know we hear this everyday It's still the hardest thing to feel This time when
She's a pornographer's dream, he said. I knew what he meant. But it made me imagine: what kind of a dream He would have, that hadn't been spent? Would
I knew a plant whose roots were bound And then returned into the ground Every day I watched it grow Every day it struggled so Roots were bound, the roots
The way of the world Has taken its toll Ravaged my body And bitten my soul I am ruined by rain Weathered by wind I've been invaded Without and within
On the way to the bidet Is when the trouble used to start It didn't mean she wasn't queen Of the tinderbox that was his heart Her fire his desire meant
Love is the only thing that matters. Love is the only thing that's real. I know we hear this every day. It's still the hardest thing to feel. This time
extended through the weekend Suburban boy here for your first time From the 27th floor above the midtown roar You were dazzled by her beauty and her crime
in the struggle for survival Love is never blind Now, olivia lies under anasthesia Her wit and wonder snuffed In a routine operation Her own beauty not
Angel comes home His clothes in a cloud Of the dust and the dirt and destruction She waits inside She knows he's arrived She feels this with no introduction
I knew a plant Whose roots were bound And returned Into the ground Every day I watched it grow Every day It struggled so Roots were bound roots were
Zephyr & I stand out on West End Avenue Talking about the things that All of us used to do And the wind kicks up with the smell of rain The kids are
