I'm dreaming in A still and empty night And spooked by trains I leave the window's light Where Jude is trying on her rings And I'm just thinking everything
the garden sliding past is overwhelming receding though an unreal windowpane through watercolour mornings by the newsagents to nights we carry, carry
Only a word is in my mind We'll get high and we'll go watch the lacewings fly We'll get high and we'll go watch the lacewings fly Ever since I saw you
All the pines that shiver in the park Kick my fever through the dark Through the railings and the iron Empty bars and tenement lines Something slips back
it's dark & it's a long way down she said as she lay her head on the pillow I took one step back & I retired to evening & the movie made me feel as
a darker garden this though pale with beauty in the louring of the rain how I long to break the silence where the moths & tigers play driving through
Bicycles have drifted through these leaves still wet with rain August now has faded in the silence of the rain I remember one Sunday, riding in through
Butterflies with gilded wings this morning Touched the red sun and the rain On the bridge the workers pass in threes and fours and fives To my sleeplessness
Juliet I get on my knees Speaking in tongues Of washed out sun and Perfect clarity Well I get so delerious I think myself to sleep Standing on the sidewalk
I've been hanging around Feeling up, feeling down It's like I'm blown in by something I don't understand Hey, it's been really nice We went for a drink
so wake up & smell the scent on your skin the night breathes easily, the subway's wind carries me back, brings me all the way back in here's a car that
the taxi lights were in your eyes so warm against st marys spires the carnival was over in the rain and arm in arm through vincent street the evening
talking with your friends another night well I guess I'll love you when you're tired I'll love you when you're tired & evening in the schoolrooms & the
Rain Soft in the dark We take a left thru the deepening park Grass Soaking and warm Past the iron gates August has come & I want you so bad in
& I see the blue-eyed surfer boys gone home to the west coast & the Clerk Street morning haunted by the figures of your friends but if you get too tired
when you & I were young we would press our white faces from the car & the rain on the windows would run through the gathering dark & the lampposts shone
When the fog comes rolling through the avenues something leaves my mind gifted in November underneath the elms in all the dying lines The mirage and
cancel the car to number ten such a thick fog rolling in I played my cards on unreal glass I left the party next to last Friday night to Sunday morning