the summer crawled by indetectably. and then i saw you looking down to me. and your earrings sparkled in the noon-day sun, and though it's very true
on the morning you went away the air was humid and the sky was gray i had boiled peanuts for breakfast from cairo, georgia the air was wet, my face
hang me out to dry. they're gonna hang me out to dry. i don't really care. i don't really care. i got special shoes. i got special shoes. they're gonna
the new rose floating on water in the old plain bowl the white clouds on night sky they way they just roll on by made me think of you and the religious
a neighboring clan went on the attack and stole all the giant coco-yams from the barn out back i will make them pay for taking my yams away i carved
lay out on the patio, dreaming (2x) and the chinese rifles sounded in the evening air i heard them popping off everywhere i lay out on the patio, on
little red book with the silver hinges on it that he carries. they've implemented a new system on the exhaust lines of the buses and now the air is
when we meet on neutral ground, i can't belive how good you look. and the thoughts that race around my mind, fill a long unreadable book and i can feel
baseball season will be starting soon. but we have no baseball team here. i've got a house right on the river. i can see arkansas from where i am. the
i am the dry meat that fills the mouth i am the fire that burns without wood i am evil forest, kill a man on the day that his life seems sweetest to
the light hit the rings glimmering on his fingers the light came down and his hands hit the keys it utterly wasted me in sweden the horns punched the
the first thing that happened was the river overflowed the water running through the streets and was sweet and cold i knelt by the water like a doe by
the street lights gave off an yellow glow on the holly and the mistletoe you could feel the rain, coming down. and quiet starlight, hardened the ground
you've come back from yosemite you brought an aromatic cedar bookmark for me and a brand new stuffed bear it's summertime, you've cut your hair and i
i had a thousand good questions i was gonna ask you when you finally came by but now that you're really here there's only one question that comes to
to me i heard him passing over he made a banquet for the stray dogs of the air he put our love in clear perspective blue, red and green plumage trailing behind him now
the wind from the north, flattens the yellow corn. you come into the house, with your dress torn. i can see you now, as through a screen. a smile on
the rain didn't come for one calendar year so when the man with the sunflower seeds in his hand came here we sent him away, we sent him away the rain