Unsentimental,
Driving around,
Sure of myself,
Sure of it now,
You stand this close to me,
Like the future was suppose to be,
In the eyes of the Grocery,
In the block uptown,
I remember,
Remember well,
But if I forgotten,
Could you tell,
In the shadow of your first attack,
I was questioning and looking back,
You said baby we don
Last born of the clan
First one to be free
Lived inside a house
Beneath the hanging tree
Loved them deadly nights
That chilled him to the bone
Words were cried at night
In unforgiving tones
Blood of his men was gone beneath snow
He picked up his knife and his bow
Killer of Jonathan Low
Violence from without
And anger from within
Crawling through the fields
Informing next of kin
They all turned their backs
But they all knew his name
And if he could return
They’d probably do the same
Blood of his Read more…
Then it’s your business A modern piece of glasswork Down on the corner that You walk each day in passing The elderly sales clerk With eyes full of suspicion The whole corporation’s giving it permission The little stairway A little bit of carpet A pair of mirrors that Are facing one another Out in both directions A thousand little Julias That come together In the middle of Manhattan You waited since lunch It all comes at once Around the corner The house that modern art built I ask for modern art To keep it out the Read more...
I had a feeling once
That you and I
Could tell each other everything
For two months
But even without hope
With truth on our side
When you turn away from me
It’s not right
I think you’re a Contra
I think you’re a Contra
And dear Contra
I think you’re a Contra
My revolution thoughts
Live in lies of desire
I wanna trace them to the source
And the wire
But it’s not useful now
Since we both made up our minds
You gotta watch out for yourself
So will I
I think you’re Contra
I Read more…
