A little light looks through, her bedroom window.
She dances and I dream, she's not so far as she seems,
Of brighter meadows, melting sunsets,
Her hair blowing in the breeze.
And she can't see me watching.
I'm thinking, love.

It's bittersweet, more sweet than bitter, bitter than sweet
It's a bitter sweet, surrender

I said I'm older now. I work in a city. We live together.
But it's different than my dream.
Morning light fills the room. I rise.
She pretends she's sleeping.
Are we everything we wanted?
I'm thinking, love.

I said I know we don't talk about it.
We don't tell each other...
All the little things that we need.
We work our way around each other
As we tremble and we... as we tremble and we bleed.


~Big Head Todd and the Monsters

God's away on business.

I'd sell your heart to the junkman, baby,
For a buck, for a buck.
If you're looking for someone to pull you out of that ditch,
You're out of luck, you're out of luck.

Ship is sinking.
The ship is sinking.

There's a leak, there's a leak in the boiler room
The poor, the lame, the blind
Who are the ones that we kept in charge?
Killers, thieves and lawyers

God's away, God's away
God's away on business, business

Digging up the dead with a shovel and a pick
It's a job, it's a job
Bloody moon rising with a plague and a flood
Join the mob, join the mob
It's all over, it's all over

God's away, God's away
God's away on business, business

Godddamn there's always such a big temptation
To be good, to be good
There's always free cheddar in a mousetrap, baby
It's a deal, it's a deal

God's away, God's away
God's away on business, business

I narrow my eyes like a coin slot baby
Let her ring, let her ring

God's away, God's away
God's away on business,

Business.


Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan

Whenever shall we meet again?
In thunder, lightning or in rain?
My fairest love, my foulest sin,
I cannot abide with you therin.

Fair is foul, yet foul is fair,
I run from smog and filthy air
This feeling filling me with care,
Worry, strangling. Lives of dares.

When is the hurly-burly done?
When is the battle lost or won
A soldiers love, a soldiers son.
And so I'll wait for you, anon.

Ah, Macbeth! Macbeth you feind!
For what has happened in-between
The witches from some other scene
And all the while the dreamers dream.

He held me in his perfect grip
I kissed each of those fingertips
And sleeping there I let it slip,
Into that open-seamed rip.

Now the trumpet summons us again-
not as a call to bear arms, though arms we need-
not as a call to battle, though embattled we are-
but a call to bear the burden of a long twilight struggle,
year in and year out,
"rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation"-
a struggle against the common enemies of man:
tyranny, poverty, disease, and war itself...
With a good conscience our only sure reward,
with history the final judge of our deeds,
let us go forth to lead the land we love,
asking His blessing and His help,
but knowing that here on earth,
God's work must truly be our own.


President John F Kennedy
Inaugural Address (1961)

Curses thwart this cursor.
Pencils, pens and pills.
You make this still worse, sir,
Despite your good-will ills.

Can you smuggle one more minute?
Can you still steal time?
Can you take my heart and win it?
Can you justify these crimes?

Cupcakes frosted, come forth violent.
Upsetting all my livid days.
Yet louder still, you sit there, silent.
Bringing forth my irate ways.

Imitation James Joyce

I sit in empty silence
Whirring clocks and tires
I know that there are things I must be doing now.
But it's done.
And the guilt of it all comes crashing down
Perpetuating the cycle.

Fingers point blame at the inconsiderateness.
I know that it is what you were thinking too.
You made your decisions.
I wish you would be strong in them.

Seventeen threads of pure gold
Suspend me in the darkness.

One by one, they snap.
And I fall
And as I fall
I wonder
When will the bottom of this meet me?

The birthday messages.
We wish you a merry Kristen.
The sound of his voice telling me that he loves me.
The sandbag catastrophe.
Since waking, I've developed a strong apathy for humankind.
The waking.
The many things in this world that I'm not sure of.
He blamed me for not remembering.
Two little squiggly lines. Limes. Yes.
That's my story.
We were just wondering where you were.
Eating ice-cream.
Kristen, it's me. I did not answer your call because my telephone is missing in action.
It may have been pilfered.
I have a couple of good-newses!