Iron doves and death The world can sort It’s sordid mess. I am not alone Who does not have

I saw a dream that cried Riding the bus, passed the tractor… And construction to the outside of… Not a farm but a field A small ranch with a slight mess i…

I’d like to write a story In parts of six or seven I only know the one, Can we write it together? Everything will be just so

We are the ones Who could not get away Not for nothing But for the state Not for coffee

All of that was After they knew. I travelled the continent to say be careful I’m sorry

As the wind settles Eyes grow dim, tired still In the morning we begin again In so doing, if you can Please do not pretend...

All the cars have been robbed There was nothing in the vans They made gold of air The radio blares pretend And the traffic’s rough again.

Turpentine and willfulness Robins and terns, with etching sti… We gliding by, whole as much in ou… No it’s not nothing, an epic, for… For surviving with the beauty we h…

We are all, who never willingly to… Blue light home, flashing yellow s… The world in between, on whose sha… Flashes yellow and red, and spends… Intruding time, we cannot fix

I knew you loved me Because of the song you played And the boots you wore. Unrequited they say nowadays I never told you, anything

Remember, we were young Let’s meet at the courthouse And try to get all our freedoms ba… Whatever you would like to do, We might get distracted, have coff…

We’re not famous Nobody will remember our names Unless we decide to make them agai… We were free once, and will be the… Our lives aren’t myths for other’s

I was free once, And nobody cared an inch what I’d… That’s how I liked it, that’s wha… Now, for a year or more, The state knocking at my door,

We were... Once In the middle of the night I wrot… While you pretended to be asleep After I was. and awake suddenly i…

I want to marry you That’s the way it is, true Not just paper, or for show In the way only we know It’s true, already though