Down on G street
To the left of the newspaper stand
And frame shop
The girls whistle their own names
In a cappella F minor

My fingers their all tangled up
And my feet bend inward at the toe
I'm a broken vessel for you baby
And I got nowhere else to go

Turned fifteen yesterday under a spilt milk moon
Stars were shining down and I felt my heart start to croon
Granite pastures and mile long red lips
She turned to me and said, "I'm gone," a black belt swinging from her hip

There's too much love
Not enough time
Keeping your head above water
Seems to be the only trick

At night stars tear themselves to shreds
She snores in whispering wed
Forgetting myself for the sake of St. Peter
I understand all before that were slave to the meter

Dear Beauty:
         When the sun doth set
It sets solely for you.

Hair black as smoldering volcano ash
And Ye' smile
Like a newborn babies laugh

You are the mile upon minutes
And the thought that makes theories

A storm that hast ney other fury
Is one for me in love that hath

No other query.

We fight.
We beckon.
We tackle jealously
Like new lovers.

I
Am in Love
With
You.

And I can say that
When the sun sets
And the moon rises,
So the sun rises again
For us and only us.

We are the forgetful souls of foreman's work:
Not soldier's, not mercenaries,
Not one's that turn their other cheeks to the brook.

Aye thy pride
Smelling of old sweat
And talisman hide

Ol' laughter
And a memory with feigning pride.

She smells of lavender
And I lay by her
In luck - the unbelievable kind.