O the Wind is blowing, it hurts your skin As you climb up hillside, forest and fen. Your arms full of lullabies, orchids and wine Your memories wrapped within paper and twine. The room that you lie in is dusty and har.. Read »

Darling dear, what have you done? Your clothes are torn, your makeup runs. I ran through brambles, blooming thistle I washed my face in the river when you whistled me on. Darling dear, what have you done? Your hands .. Read »

And under the bowsunbelle I'll hold in the snowy shroud She had no heart so hardened All under the bowsunbelle Each feather it fell from skin 'Till thread bare and she grew thin How were my eyes so blinded? Each feather it f.. Read »

I'm an engine driver On a long run, on a long run Would I work beside her She's a long one, such a long one And if you don't love me let me go And if you don't love me let me go I'm a country lineman On a high line, on a hi.. Read »

The gymnast, high above the ground, Limbers up and falls timbers down. Ankles splayed and all tied. The gymnast long has arrived. Lazy, your long sister lays Waiting out this long light brigade. Prayed for snow a long .. Read »

this is the story of your red right ankle and how it came to meet your leg and how the muscle bone and sinews tangled and how the skin was softly shed and how it whispered 'oh, adhere to me for we are bound my symmetry .. Read »

Here she comes in her palanquin On the back of an elephant On a bed made of linen and sequins and silk All astride on her father's line With the king and his concubines And her nurse with her pitchers of liquors and milk And .. Read »

[Come & See] There's an island hidden in the sound Lapping currents lay your boat to ground Affix your barb and bayonet The curlews carve their Arabesques And sorrow fills the silence all around Come and see There's a harbo.. Read »

I'm a legionnaire, Camel in disrepair, hoping for a frigidaire to come passing by. I am on reprieve, lacking my joie de vivre, missing my gay paris, in this desert dry. And I wrote my girl, told her I would not r.. Read »

We are two mariners Our ship's sole survivors In this belly of a whale It's ribs are ceiling beams It's guts are carpeting I guess we have some time to kill You may not remember me I was a child of three And you, a lad of ei.. Read »