Bedroom ballerina, beautiful and frail Standing in the doorway, trembling and pale Staring at the ceiling, speaking very slow Walls, they come between us, she walks out in the snow In golden silence she slipped away In golden silence she slipped away Moth coat Magdalena, these pavements never end The city lights seduced you, the days erased your friends She sinks into the shadows, like buzzard wings, unfold Lost angel silhouetting, ‘neath halo made of crows In golden silence she slipped away In golden silence she slipped away

Panicked she wakes up and says I can’t believe it’s Saturday Lucky girl, lucky girl, throwing everything away Peeling off the days like onion layers from a dying sun. Comatose, comatose, terrifying everyone And if it’s hers she’s going to take it, forget everyone And if she wants to she can break it, She’s the only one And if it’s hers she’s going to take it, forget everyone Yeah, if it’s hers she’s going to take it. If it’s hers she’s going to take it I don’t want to be the one who tries to pull her through her days And I don’t want to be the one who follows when she runs away Timothy and Jane said they can’t get her on the telephone Go away, go away, won’t you leave us all alone And if it’s hers she’s going to take it, forget everyone And if she wants to she can break it, She’s the only one And if it’s hers she’s going to take it, forget everyone Yea, if she wants to she can break it If she wants to she can break it I was in a mental relapse, caused by panic, lost to contact. Moving slowly through the patterns, cold convulsions, brain cells scatter And if it’s hers she going to take it, forget everyone And if she says she going to take it, angels in the sun Yea if she says she’s going to take it, forget everyone Yeah if it’s hers she going to take it If it’s hers she’s going to take it I won’t go where the world won’t go cause I’m all mixed up inside I won’t go where the world won’t go cause there’s no where left to hide I won’t go where the world won’t go cause I’m all messed up inside I won’t go where the world won’t go when there’s no where left to hide

First you get trapped in a holy quagmire Then you get caught in a violent crossfire Body flung hung in a fence of barbwire Cold in the hold of the evil empire And 1000 lies can’t recompense One stolen morsel of evidence And the truth it isn’t yours to taint painting the killer to be holy saint Manifest hex, manifesto text-less Genuflect blessed chanting silent, sexless Polymorph warped aiming poison thistles Anonym grim, dropping holy missiles And we’re blowing up the new frontiers Taking no prisoners or volunteers And we’re starting up a new crusade If you will join us, maybe you’ll be saved Sycophant rants in a temple tantrum Cherry picks verse from the book of phantoms Staring wet gilled over picket fences Wrapped in a flag grinning yellow dentures And the truth is in the eyes of the blind For the beholder, just beholds the lie In the dichotomy of untold truths They're starving sovereignty to feed institutes And when you can’t atone for all your sins You would do better to plead ignorance And even if you sow you cannot reap For now the shepherds out number the sheep

I wanted to tell you I’m off the medication I’m back in the city I’m staying in a hotel room Broke all my connections now life’s a month of Sundays I’ll give you directions if you think you’ll come and see me From my window I can see December’s moon And I would love it girl if you could see it too But all my friends say I should stay away from you At least until you’re better too I wanted to tell you I’ve been feeling kind of homesick Incarcerated in myself waiting like a convict I’m throwing my calendar away I’ve got one eye on the exit Freedom is never far away in fact they say it’s only 12 steps So if you think dear that you might be in the mood I’ll leave a key above the doorway of my room And it’s okay to bring one needle and a spoon But remember, just enough... for you... for you

I don’t know what the people know about Joan Marie The black eyed queen of the secret fallen industry She lost her soul in a violent cold conspiracy Where no tears cry from the frozen eyes of anonymity And she had blood on her fingers , And he had mud on his hands And he felt heart broke and lingered, And she just made a new plan And she had blood on her fingers , And he had mud on his hands And he felt heart broke and lingered, Yea he felt heart broke and lingered I don’t know why the people lie, I don’t honestly And I won’t break when they interrogate me like Joan Marie I’ve no respect for the architects of this industry I have no fears and I’ll cry no tears for you Joan Marie Cause you’ve got blood on your fingers, And I’ve got mud on my hands Yea you’ve got blood on your fingers, And I’ve got mud on my hands And she’s got mouths full of locust, And I’ve got scars on my skin Yea I’ve got scars on my skin, I’ve got scars on my skin No more wasting my prayers on angels No more wasting my prayers on angels No more wasting my prayers on angels No more wasting my prayers on angels I won’t lie... I won’t... I won’t lie...I won’t She’s got blood on her fingers, And I’ve got mud on my hands And I felt heart broke and lingered, And she just made a new plan And she’s got blood on her fingers, And I’ve got mud on my hands And she’s got mouths full of locust, And I’ve got scars on my skin

I don’t want to be this way forever In my hollow full of poor man’s treasures Scattering my seeds but never reaping what I sow The fading memories of half-lit lovers Are all I keep in this old box of letters A doorway to a dream, that leads me back into your Sunday room I found a photograph of you in a dusty book of poetry, I put away It takes me back to pagan moons, lying lost inside your Sunday room Could have slept inside your arms forever In your holy room of silk and feathers With your candle, burning glow Through frosty window in your Sunday room. I could have sat all night and watched you sleeping As you stir beneath your web of dreaming Your silence bitter sweet A fallen angel sleeps the day away. I found a photograph of you in a dusty book of poetry, I put away It takes me back to pagan moons, lying lost inside your Sunday room

My California, isn’t your California And my addiction, isn’t like your addiction My holy love song, isn’t your holy love song My lonely sunrise, isn’t your lovely sunrise So don’t bully fuck me say you got me figured out don’t try to encage me, define or enslave me Cause I’m going to make it known, We’re down here on our own And What ever they tell you, they’re just trying to sell you So don’t super impose, your ugly egos, over everything unknown Your New York city, isn’t, my New York city And your holy vision, isn’t my holy vision And your Armageddon, shouldn’t be my Armageddon But your war of nations, now is, my war of nations So don’t compromise me, don’t tell me what I need Don’t tell us we’re brothers, then to kill one another You say we’re not alone, Our actions are condoned By a god who plays shepherd, while his lambs all get slaughtered Cause you’ve super imposed, your ugly egos, over everything we know Joe don’t listen to the man, It’s just another Vietnam, The blood you spill is not for the land, it’s for the money changing hands And they tell you Christ is on his throne and all your actions are condoned But the scripture reads, if truth be known, the only blood he spilled, it was his own And like a murderer knows not how to feel, a martyr knows not how to kill And if the world goes to the meek....why not turn the other cheek? why not turn the other cheek? why not turn the other cheek? why not turn the other cheek?

Terrified, stoned and miles from home I’m standing on the outside in the streetlight on the telephone, throwing shadows at the wall When all I ever wanted was to be the one who wakes you up at midnight in the moonlight half asleep, in a dream, lost in your hair And I don’t know if I can make it home I want to catch the redeye flight So I can be there when the morning wipes the stardust from your eyes But I don’t know if I can make it there I wish that time was on my side So I could be there when the morning light wipes stardust from your eyes Playing all the time can be suicide I’m living out the high-life in the low-light so colorful, but the moment wasn’t right They’re clearing off the floor, they close the door the take home’s not enough to... take me home and my medicine will not see me through the night And I don’t know if I can make it home I want to catch the redeye flight So I can be there when the morning wipes the stardust from your eyes But I don’t know if I can make it there Time was never on my side Oh I could be there when the morning light wipes stardust from your eyes

24 hours and I still don’t care, I’m glad that you’re away from here I’m disconnected from the world, I know, I know, oh no I can see the shadows on the wall, I can hear the voices call The telepath is telling me, don’t jump, don’t jump, just fall And I’m so sick of her, she’s terrified of everyone She’s not like any other girl, she’s worse, she’s worse, she’s worse And I’m so through with her, don’t want to see her anymore. Or really any other girl, she’s worse, she’s worse, she’s worse I don’t even know if I’ve convinced myself, that I’ll believe in someone else I’m nicely isolated and I like it fine, alright, alright, alright And I don’t think she’ll ever really understand, that I don’t need a helping hand I can scatter my own seed alone, alone, alone And I’m so sick of her, she’s terrified of everyone She’s not like any other girl, she’s worse, she’s worse, she’s worse And I’m so through with her, don’t want to see her anymore. Or really any other girl, no more, no more, no more

I’ve been aware for sometime though my offerings are many they’ll be shared by the few And all of the hours I spent bleeding visions from shadows will be lost in this room. The roar of my childhood sun fades like a flickering ember I’m lost 'neath the sky Waiting to die Waiting to die Do you remember the time that we walked through the meadows and we sat in the sun You kissed my face as the wind brought us singing of sparrows and your hair came undone Who would have thought that those warm hands of time would make strangers out of both of us now Alone now we lie Waiting to die I was the one who thought wisdom the prize of our journey but our travels are done And all that we have are the vapors of memories fading life’s weavings unspun You were the one who thought narrow the path that is righteous still, the steps, you took none Close your eyes Waiting to die

This is what she wants from me Staring with her dying soul Spinning on the violent wheel Silent as our lives unfold Children on the killing ground I wonder why she comes around She’s always looking straight at me She never spots the enemy She never spots her enemy this is your world this is my world Angelique I wonder what she wants from me I never say the same thing twice I’m always staring down the sink And never mind the lights are out It’s ugly when we don’t agree I wonder what it’s all about I wonder what you want from me I heard you got your stitches out I heard you want to be the crowd It's no wonder why we can't agree This is what she said to me Staring with her dying soul Spinning on the violent wheel Silent as our life unfolds There’s children on the killing ground I wonder why you come around I wonder why you look at me You never spot your enemy Until you’re hanging from their tree I wonder what it’s all about I heard you got your stitches out I wonder what it’s all about This is my world This is your world This is your world Now everything is upside down I heard you got your stitches out I’m glad you got your stitches out Glad you got your stitches out

You don’t want to say it’s true and I don’t want to deny it You don’t know what you should do and I think you ought to try it You don’t want to say it’s true and I don’t want to deny it You don’t know what you should do and I think you ought to try it And you’re staring at the sun just to see the light And I’m waiting for the moon just to say goodnight And you never say a word ‘cause you know you’re right And I know you’re never right, but I never say a word about it You don’t want to say it’s true and I don’t want to deny it You don’t know what you should do and I think you ought to try it You don’t want to say it’s true and I don’t want to deny it You don’t know what you should do and I think you ought to try it And you’re staring at the sun just to see the light And I’m waiting for the moon just to say goodnight And you never say a word ‘cause you know you’re right And I know you’re never right, So I never say a word about it There are no chairs in the church of your philosophy There are no doors in your office of psychology There are no cradles in your spiritual nursery There are no colors on your pinwheel of diversity There are no chairs in the church of your philosophy There are no doors in your office of psychology There are no cradles in your spiritual nursery There are no colors on your pinwheel of diversity

What is life but another boring epitaph Bleeding by in the television glow We have a lot to think about Burning all our days in this paper town Wings of hours fan the flames As my reflection stares at me Like God’s aborted experiment with sculpted clay Wind blown dry dust away Tangled in the silver web domestica Waiting for the spider to take hold I wrote my poems upon the breeze They flutter from the branch on unfastened leaves I am skeleton tree Standing alone upon a hill Scarecrow casting shadows in the winter fields looming mulberry gray Widow memory wrap my days in cellophane Seal them with a teardrop from your eye I am the ghost inside the page Though once I was an architect of coming days I was bad DNA Now I’m a traveler of time, Authoring the journey to inside your mind With my cold churchyard rhymes When I used to sing.... Emily Lane... Carolyn Gray.. When I used to sing Agatha Crain... Jonathan Child...