>I.
>
>So
>dark it was
>always begging your pardon
>Santa Claus with a hardon
>so eager
>to please you pout put the squeeze on
>move it on
>out savor the favor the power the flowers
>I brought to you stead o walking away
>like I ought to do
>sad to think I cd. sink
>so low refuse to let go
>when you said we weren't married we were lovers
>but you fucked Chuck who did the same
>and even less than me
>guess it wasn't what I did but who I was
>pause
>and then begin again and
>walk away
>that all you wanted? O hell
>that's ok nothing and nobody is an excellent
>place to be
>beats playing yourself
>endlessly
>on TV
>must we
>
>fill the emptiness before its time
>a cosmic crime, courts in session
>here come JUDGE FUDGE, your boss, my loss
>all these years oppressing me
>preachin to me that Mozart was an asshole
>after all the money he stole
>with priviledge and shiboleth
>and beat me with
>that economic weiner
>knows how to play us
>me and Amadeus
>don't got a dignified enough demeanor
>he thinks he's an elephant acts like a hyena
>nice little Jewish boy
>in a flouncy suit that makes it moot
>getting even with his mother by kissing my wife
>on the lips at the elegant party
>as a joke and he has money so it's funny
>at least for him
>and you have to observe his value system
>so I have to shut up and find you a better car
>and join the war
>against the earth judgeships and oil as energy speculated
>beyond their worth, now we've won
>what have we got
>what have all your world shakers done
>got a gun
>
>and shot the sky
>broke my I
>can't see so
>forced to be so
>empty
>broken
>OPEN
>
>until living is the same as dying
>unborn selves never stop crying
>so all the old bones sing so
>softly o
>love
>is nothing, nothing
>is everything
>
>II
>
>
>my name was always too common my manners too poor
>guess you're a little insecure
>at least we both needed to be pure, poor
>like the ghetto kids I worked with rich
>like the jerks you flirt with is that
>all you get
>guess I better enjoy it
>hurtin like a silent non
>violent drum you beat on
>both of us locked in a conundrum with idealism
>so clean you could eat on, and all the time in a dark part
>of your heart
>you had another lover
>you were sweet on, so then so did I so which was the first failure
>yours
>or mine draw the line between false hope and real stir the
>pot with the ego and the death wish
>in the ideal let us all now
>
>rise and sing which of us holds
>the string
>to the depression
>tantrum
>
>flesh so dumb like some
>cosmic cruelty
>joke hey
>
>it's ok
>to cry
>like birds in their sleep, our voices grown soft
>and deep
>like people in a movie where everybody's
>gonna die
>
>so we can know how
>
>livng is the same as dying
>unborn selves never stop crying
>so all the old bones sing so
>softly o
>love is
>nothing, nothing
>is every thing
>
>
>III
>
>sorry bout the things I said
>jokes meant to comfort caused pain instead
>now I wish that I was dead
>or had another head
>
>too much a stranger to own my anger
>I could kill him but nothing can fill him brim
>fuller than he is of himself, so who's the elf
>guitar player like Hamlet's father's ghost at the door
>trying to make less out of more
>making up a song for a lawyer you said was sweet,
>(but some people should never meet)
>who can't control his appetite for land or money or food
>(o only the good)
>time to say goodnight
>face the distance and cruelty and darkness only
>the powerless can see
>between us all and now so soon come
>between you and me
>or always was and is forever more
>a hardwood floor
>
>he
>killed the rainforest for
>kotchke latchkey
>ivory elephants would be selves
>look down from his hardwood
>shelves at expensive shoes
>got by
>getting high on
>narrowing the issues
>his mind not unkind just blind
>got enrichened by bitchin bout personal injuries
>learn to say please with law degrees he's
>just jokin but now I'm chokin on memories
>of my largess
>turned to darkness
>in the silence of your feminine points and
>authorites I'm shaking
>waking up every morning playing old tapes
>spoken on a broken machine
>the grass is always green
>er you and he're always meaner (if I'd known what
>I was feeling I coulda kept myself cleaner) on the other side
>of my hurt pride
>
>
>the no longer me
>bothering me identity
>as time and moments or motion into
>not me become
>I anything in the universe salt
>(of the earth) and battery
>(fists and electricity) sometimes seems
>like God just needs to empty
>the cathedral
>empty womb empty tomb silence so deep it's electric and painful
>deprivation to quantum places empty faces of rock and sand
>out west like that emptiness
>(or lightning) in my chest or hand-
>(writing goes across the wall
>y'all)
>earth equals horse and millions of sequels
>of love and war in lost motels
>silence like
>cathedral bells
>air so cold distances so far
>it aches in you
>breaks and takes
>you where
>
>living is the same as dying
>unborn selves never stop crying
>so all the old bones sing so
>softly o
>love is
>nothing, nothing
>is everything
>
>
>IV
>
>Assholes succeed
>get up to speed
>we share their greed
>I don't need
>to make it a bigger joke
>by letting them make me feel
>lower than a turd
>just because all you really wanted
>was a bigger dick
>in all the senses
>of the word, nature is
>intelligent acts like it's moving
>toward a goal, how come we're so
>stupid, cause we don't get here
>to be parts of the whole? envy is insane, an abstract pain
>just the facts ma'am
>nothing to say for, you get what you pay for
>why should I give a damn
>just shut up and play
>so life's a joke so
>it is to laugh o
>NO! NO! NO! I refuse! I got
>the blues, it's too painful to be free
>of sexual tyranny
>so life's a joke so it is to laugh to watch
>them lead us over the cliff
>until we're like the guy at
>the mortuary who gets
>excited and becomes
>a little
>stiff so
>bite it take it all you bitch you
>can't indite it much less fight it
>there was a woman who swallowed the sun
>there was a man who lived in the dark
>and had to get a gun
>and he sang as he killed them all o
>baby you're the only
>one o
>
>living is the same as dying
>unborn selves are always crying
>so the old bones sing so
>softly o
>love is nothing, nothing is
>everything.
>
>V.
>
>when you are done then
>I am done then
>call 911
>ask if anybody has seen us
>something that was nothing
>has always come between us.
>Round and round the trauma of
>SPACE was our common ground
>Kansas to New Mexico those old roads
>hurt to heal me so
>emptiness started us
>emptiness ended us
>emptiness like a Greyhound bus
>I must've wanted to be broken like a kid
>needing to leave home, thought becomes DID feelings
>little by little start to roam
>still need MOM just need a push
>like a crush
>on an imaginary lover
>now I'm grown,
>naked, blamed, ashamed time has blown
>my cover
>my mind echoes like a tomb
>no wonder I wanted to go back to the womb
>fear binds time binds
>me to misery
>my aging snout
>in a permanent pout
>like there was anything
>left at this ridiculous age
>worth worrying about, living just from rage, turn
>the goddam page
>count your fingers, count your toes
>life is hell, they don't smell
>like Honeysuckle Rose
>seems like life's gone before it goes
>whata buncha brutal, futile fucksta juxta pose
>so late to see
>was that me
>in the fullness of (it was always the last)
>empty night
>before I died
>there was a catbird singing
>all the songs there could ever be
>in a mesquite tree
>it said
>
>living is the same as dying
>unborn selves are always crying
>so the old bones sing so
>softly o
>love is
>nothing, nothing is
>everything.
>
>
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