Through mostly vacant streets a Baker from the outskirts of his town earned his living peddling sweets from a ragged cart he dragged around. The clever
Let us die, let us die! in dying we reply and lower our baskets down into the open bed of the fruit truck passing by and we can smile at each other again
Every thought a thought of you No more thought I ought to do When there is thing we see or touch we trust it's true Every thought a thought of you Every
"I do not exist," we faithfully insist sailing in our separate ships, and in each tiny caravel- tiring of trying, there's a necessary dying like the horseshoe
It's the smell of hot summertime trash, it's the city noise of a busy street it's a train derailed and two car head on freeway crash each time we meet
Daniel broke the king's decree, Peter stepped from the ship to the sea there was hope for Job like a cut down tree, I hope that there's such hope for
A note we wrote the other day to any mice who pass this way on crumed and sugared countertop: "we must insist your traffic STOP." in their defense,
The bird that plucked the Olive Leaf has been circling like a record never-ending in my mind where the needle's worn the grooves too deep, and scratched
Our house wrapped in disrepair, a small mouse peeked out from a hole beneth the stairs nearby to where my dad sat in his favorite chair, thinking about
[While, in my little world, I patched a plaster wall and in my little world, I was waiting (just dying!) to take offence at something this is all there
Without a queen the locust swarm turned the ground to black descending like a shadowy tower on a fish's back and scattered the sticks who crawled like
I was looking at the leaves, climbing to the tops of the trees... But you were nowhere to be found; Just beneath all the green you were buried like a
Why burn poor and lonely under a bowl or under a lampshade Or on the shelf beside the bed Where at night you lay turning like a door on its hinges?...
If you fail to see a problem, which I find hard to believe, Or if you're hanging on from branches licking honey from the leaves; You say, "The hopelessness
Call me outside, I'll come running down... You call me outside, I'll come running down. Call me outside, I'll come running down... You call me outside
First came a strong wind, ripping off rooftops like bottlecaps and bending lampposts down to the ground then came a thunder shattering my windows but
God is love and love is real, but the dead are dancing with the dead, And whatever's charming disappears while all things lovely only hurt my head As
A cat came drifting onto my porch from the outside cold and with eyes closed, drinking warm milk from my bowl, thought: "nobody hears me!(nobody hears
