I am home inside myself.
I am home inside myself.
I am home inside myself.
I am home inside myself.
The Earth tunes in to
the waving clouds
burned solid through
the mosquito smoke
trees hang in the wind
like bunches of grapes
ocean waves dark and
indigo melting into the
sand, dreaming in
wild colors.
After speaking in tongues for so long, snake pit venom mixed in with the red wine
on the table with the hemlock the hems of the dresses being pulled by the threads of time
How can I ever now turn honest, in the court of law?
And love the angel that came to me
in the fog of the Clark Street night
I don't know how I noticed it was you your hat was pulled down over your face Fog rolled in by the bay and the morning boats pulled away...