(1999)
I can burn a page or two, forget a name with the thought of… Ignore the need, the pleas, but this thing I cannot do. I want to bring it to you,
My heart sees, when my eyes go bli… The dreams of my people Woven; entwined Why don’t you take from me? Wouldn’t you gain from the eating…
Look beyond these words And address the in-between Here lies a rest assured With conscience squeaky clean When you gave me your shelter
Wait a second... Are you saying the cock rose three…
Show me; Tell me. Or is this a matter of being seen, with the coming on of a little anx… Just show me;
You should worry, Babe; I am coming. I’m on my way; On the Return. That openness you shared with me,
I sit here, reading, waiting Patiently contemplating On words, written, said And taking them to bed So I lay, repeat, say
When I was just a kid No more than thirteen Decidedly I grabbed A nightmares dream With contemporary belief
Jesus Fever. Passionate Deceiver Needing faith from a true believer Now the priceless relics are worth… Your face value
I saw you first In a famous Blue Dress A souvenir I took And have kept ever since You called me out
When she comes around; She will know, where I’ll be found. On empty streets, with dimming light.
When the caffeine turns to cigarettes and Meth-amphe… And the Amphetamines turn to Cocaine sex and Heroin dr… And the PCP, and years of LSD
A back alley dogged howl Aloft and insidious Whirling room to room Carried on through morning Is alive and well
A devastating delay, In-direction… Wars throbbing erection. On this acoustic world, the boots… In the mud, impressions of hijacke… Run, run, run... on blood-bound so…
The look of shame, stress; Hunger and fear, I resist the urge to free a tear. All I’ve preyed, caged; Gathered and spilled...