• Without his body

    Naked and bare

    Quiet and obviously not there

    I am that naked thing swimming in air

    Why does that mean anything?

    Why do you stare?

     

    Lean on your table

    Ask what you want of me

    I am unable

    Cry with me cry with me

     

    Within this body

    Confuse

    Confuse my home for a refuge

    I don’t wanna be scared of

    Anybody coming in

    I don’t wanna lock my door anymore

     

    Hand me that cable

    Plug into anything

    I am unstable

    Rock and sing rock and sing

  • Forgotten eyes are the ones which we lose

    Forgotten hands are the ones which we choose

    To let go of, but it is no less a bruise

    On the collective arm keeping us high and gone

     

    Forgotten dance is the one left at birth

    Forgotten plants in the fossils of earth

    And they’ve long passed but they are no less the dirt

    Of the common soil keeping us dry and warm

     

    The wound has no direction

    Everybody needs a home and deserves protection

     

    Hollow-eyed on Eddie street no sirens to hear

    Just trash and soiled needles clawing the veneer

    And no crying but it is no less a tear

    On the common cheek with which we smile 

     

    Hollow-eyed on Eddie, is it they or is it I

    Is it me who is more hollow as I’m quickly passing by?

    And the poison is killing them, but then so am I

    As I turn away

     

    The wound has no direction

    Everybody needs a home and deserves protection

     

    Forgotten tongue is the language of love

    Forgotten tongue is the language of love

    Forgotten tongue is the language of love

    Forgotten tongue

  • What a fool familiar dream

    I wake up laughing and running

    From the boy, crying and coming

    Cause the toy in my hand is real

     

    What a tomb we’re building here

    In the sphere, that’s where we all die

    In the eye, that’s where I’m living

    The toy in my hand is real

     

    In the room her warm hands play

    On my breast, what is she singing

    The form ringing and ringing

    Cause the toy in my hand is real

    The toy in my hand is real

     

    Charcoal womb, the jet planes purr

    And the croon, distant as paper

    Children burn, faceless vapor

    Cause the toy

    In my hand is real, yes the toy

    In my hand is real

  • You somehow let me down

    Both hands and a gentle mouth

    You could not take me through

    New plans or tell me who

    New friends, I can make some too

    I know

     

    You somehow took me in

    Both arms, my marked up skin

    Two hands, the places you had been

    I needed

     

    And the more that we try

    To figure through the answers

    To repeat ourselves

    To deny, deny

     

    Now you call my bluff a cliff

    And it gets so rough

    Stoneface in the light, the air 

    And the jagged fight

    Cold air, the wisdom of the night

    Between us

     

    And the more that we try

    To figure through the answers

    To repeat ourselves

    To deny, deny

    To deny, deny, deny

     

    Somehow we exist

    in the folds, and I will kiss

    both hands, the mystery before us

    she is reaching

     

    but I could not take you through new plans

    or tell you who, new friends

    you can make some too

    I know

  • Dropped call

    Mid fall

    Only you can know for now

     

    Island

    Demons

    Only you can hold them down

     

    Those girls might hear me crying

    The one, the only jealousy I have is dying 

    With all along your arms around me

    Try

     

    Island

    Demons

    Zoë you come over now

     

    Cause those girls

    keep telling me things

    and only you can hold them down

     

    Those girls might hear me crying

    The one, the only jealousy I have is dying 

    With all along your arms around me

    Try

    Those girls might hear me cry

    The one, the only jealousy I have is dying

    With all along your arms around me

    Try

  • Please wake up

    Please wake up

    Touch my skin and

    tell me where you’ve been

     

    you brought me in

    you brought me in

    so touch my skin and

    tell me where you’ve been

     

    you showed me how

    to keep myself from burning out

     

    they found you in the morning

    the blood was on your shoulders

    they found you at the corner

    your head was doubled over

    and the blood of the man

    who killed my mother with his hands

    is in me, it’s in me in my veins

     

    Please wake up

    Please wake up

    Touch my skin and

    tell me where you’ve been

     

    you brought me in

    my best friend

    so touch my skin and

    tell me where you’ve been

     

    you showed me how

    to hold my sin

    and kiss the bad ways I have been

     

    they found you in the morning

    the blood was on your shoulders

    they found you at the corner

    your head was doubled over

    and the blood of the man

    who’s killing our mother with his hands

    is in me, it’s in me in my veins

    it’s in me, it’s in me in my veins

  • It’s not the energy reeling

    Nor the lines in your face

    Nor the clouds on the ceiling

    Nor the clouds in space

    It’s not the phone on the table

    Nor the bed in the earth

    Nor the bed in the stable

    Nor your stable words

    It's not the formless being

    Nor the cry in the air

    Nor the boy I’m seeing

    With her long black hair

    It’s not the open weaving

    Nor the furnace glow

    Nor the blood of you bleeding

    As you try to let go

     

    It’s not the room

    Not beginning

    Not the crowd

    Not winning

    Not the planet

    Not spinning

    Not a rouse

    Not heat

    Not the fire lapping up the creek

    Not food

    Not to eat

     

    Not the meat of your thigh

    Nor your spine tattoo

    Nor your shimmery eye

    Nor the wet of the dew

    It’s not the warm illusion

    Nor the crack in the plate

    Nor the breath of confusion

    Nor the starkness of slate

     

    It’s not the room

    Not beginning

    Not the crowd

    Not winning

    Not the planet

    Not spinning

    Not a rouse

    Not heat

    Not the fire lapping up the creek

    Not food

    Not to eat

     

    Not what you really wanted

    Nor the mess in your purse

    Nor the bed that is haunted 

    with a blanket of thirst

    It’s not the hunger revealing

    Nor the ricochet in the cave

    Nor the hand that is healing

    Nor the nameless grave

     

    It’s not the room

    Not beginning

    Not the crowd

    Not winning

    Not the planet

    Not spinning

    Not a rouse

    Not heat

    Not the fire lapping up the creek

    Not food

    Not to eat

    Not to die

    Not dying

    Not to laugh

    Not lying

    Not the vacant wilderness vying

    Not the room

    Not beginning

    Not the crowd

    Not winning

    Not the planet

    Not spinning

  • Hello to the morning moon

    Woke up as you left the room

    Pillow still warm

    Scent like meadow grass

     

    Has the feeling come to pass?

    Has the feeling come to stay?

    What can we say

    Wishing you would hang around

     

    Living on the water front

    Witnessing the gameless hunt

    Mermaids don’t kill

    That’s the way they sing so fine

     

    Now your lips are on the line

    Now there is a broken tongue

    Met you so young

    Felt so frozen

     

    How you seem to follow through

    On everything you yearn for

    Steps so fair

    So much certainty

     

    Now as far as we can see

    The water’s getting deeper

    My safe keeper

    The wolf is howling for me

     

    Oooooooooooooo

    When she holds me in her jaw

    All my blood dripping

    Will I be free

    To cease gripping?

     

    Finally laying on the ground

    Open hands empty

    I’ll return back again

    If she’ll let me

     

    Oooooooooooooo

  • Move along through Santa Fe

    And make a new beginning

    What’s that you were starting to say

    Or have you forgotten?

     

    Because the unlit moon would rather hide

    And be replaced by the mystery of the stars

    Because in your room we gather

    To be replaced by the mystery of the heart

     

    Pull on your new wool coat

    Try to remember the words you once wrote

    The canyons that catch in your throat

    The fault lines that carry and cradle the river

     

    Because the unlit moon would rather hide

    And be replaced by the mystery of the stars

    Because in your room we gather

    To be replaced by the mystery of the heart


    Because the unlit moon would rather hide

    And be replaced by the mystery of the stars

    Because in your room we gather

    To be replaced by the mystery of the heart

    To be replaced by the mystery

  • Please cut my hair

    Take me to the kitchen

    What are the chances

    You have a scissor

    Maybe a pair?

    It’s longer than I can even bare

     

    You want to be alone

    Use your ammunition to empty your arm

    You ask me to leave you

    I won’t

    Not while the knife is at your throat

     

    Annie reminds me the diamond mines are burning

    I push her around, but she keeps returning

     

    Teeth drool and bared

    Make a clean incision

    Hold me for ransom

    Tell me I’m pretty

    Tell me I’m rare

    Talk to the boy in me

    He’s there

     

    We do-si-do

    Swaying in the kitchen

    Rocking slowly

    Tell him to sound the alarm

    Is he gonna keep me safe from harm?

     

    Annie reminds me the diamond mines are burning

    I push her around, but she keeps returning