46 miles of coal cars

 

and I can’t explain

what I feel

a few dazed steps

in order to exist

I always wait

46 miles of coal cars

stripped almost bear

and the trains pass

from two to six

 

the room on the first floor

what good is it

If you care to see

look down below

at the empty streets

the low drab building

and nothing more to see

a door opening

a door closing

an unknown face

 

 

1651 map

 

to paint over wall graffiti

over the 1651

excitement swept the crowed

we always loaned our maps

with the west at the top

strong support among the workers

the doors crashed open

with the 1651 maps

 

much of the world was asleep

when angry face crowded the street

wanting to replace

the thatched straw with slate

we have stayed unaware

of what was going on

what with the noise of rifles

below and left to right

 

 

sirens at night

 

the tape turns slowly

taking its time

I hear the same music

with different ears now

as it spills

to my thoughts

I react to the words

with different ways now.

 

and the whites of my eyes

turn red

is it always like this

and the hours

tighten around my neck.

 

and the whites of my eyes

turn red

is it always like this

and the hours

tighten around my neck.

 

the sirens at night

never stop screaming, 

repeating the sirens

get louder and louder

now.

the sirens at night

never stop screaming, 

repeating the sirens

get louder and louder

now.

 

 

tenement roofs

 

the hour has been long

slow motion

the hour has been long

slow motion

the hour has been long

slow motion

the hour has been long

slow motion

 

I been looking at you

but you never see me

I see you

but you never see me

I been looking at you

but you never see me

I see you

but you never see me

 

mirror on the wall

I see it coming

Im slipping back

in to the dark

 

 

closely watched trains

 

the wheels come to a stop

the trains always stops for

the rain disappears

from the streets

its closely watched

trains for me

you found another dream

too live in

 

I can see you now

I can feel you close

someone else’s world

gettin along

I can see you now

I feel you close

someone else’s world

gettin along

 

you found another dream

to live in

you found another dream

to live in

 

 

narrow streets

 

how much I wanted you

to see the world

to see the world

you couldn't see

how much I wanted you

to be the world

to be the world

you couldn't be.

 

the burnt weeds

swells back

between the cracks

the narrow streets

are bright green

with painted ants

 

insects

 

its dark in here

the blinds flap

I turn to the empty room

the flies round the bulb

we burn. 

I watch the rain

taste the glass.

cars on the asphalt

we scream

and the night

turn to dawn

 

 

stilt walkers

 

what is left of you

were we here

thousand years ago

few working stilt walkers

we wear

the sheep skin coats

 

warm feelings can end

our days grow to a close

spin cotton with a spindle

can you watch the door

 

 

pallet to the floor

 

have we all gone mad

have we all gone mad

have we all gone mad

have we all gone mad

 

all the hours

look bleak

in human and cold

but the words

we speak

will make a mark

all will not drip

from the pallet

to the floor

 

the world is not closed

as it seems

the world is not closed

as it seems

 

another train pulls in

 

the weary barking of the dogs

in the streets

and the watchman

was warming his soaking beans

we are between now

where all the trains meet

and nothing seems to help

we have taken

all we can take

 

and another train pulls in

and the train is always late

and another train pulls in

and the train is always late

 

 

cellotape

 

the world can be cold

the world can be cold

 

what do you do

when feelings are gone

who do you turn to

when tears fall

 

the world can be home

the world can be home

 

people are good

but we’re lost

the feelings are gone

to cut your hand with a knife

is nothing at all

would it be worth

to burn the city twice

when nothing is wrong

cant blame you

the feelings

the feelings

the feelings

the feelings are gone

 

the world can be home

the world can be home

 

 

the six pillar

 

communal friday

teaching take place

between the cities

believers lead the way

 

communal friday

teaching take place

between the cities

believers lead the way

 

we call the people

to prayer

the six pillar

never dies

we call the people

to prayer

the six pillar

never dies

 

 

here are the words

carry it to the world

your still wonderful

here are the words

carry it to the world

Im in love

with everyone. 

 

here are the words

carry it to the world

your still wonderful

here are the words

carry it to the world

Im in love

with everyone. 

 

 

cardboard boxes

 

the red brick walls

and grey tiled roofs

the cars turned over

is new to you

the cardboard boxes

our room has two

 

we are different people

we changed trains

we changed trains

we are different people

we changed trains

we changed trains

 

 

leading stolen horses.

 

begin to feel you

walls crashing in

steps chasing

Im finding you

replacing the streets

for you to feel.

 

are you asleep

are you with me

are you afraid

you are with me

 

empty milk bar

 

the wheat in the west

and europe

ship loads of fools

load the last straw

for the first time your

seeing my plight

the meat in the west

and the europe

ship loads of goats

walk the last door

for the first time Im

seeing your plight

 

a better way,

to get away

without leaving

the empty milk bar

 

voices everywhere

 

the hour is getting late

the dogs bark at the gate

you could be on

the next train, I’ll wait

 

your voice is everywhere

voices every where.

your voice is everywhere

voices every where.

 

through the window

on the wall

to the empty room

the sun falls

it's a picture you see

hanging on my wall.

 

its so quiet in here

I hear my thought so clear.

no shadows

move on the walls

and silence paint

the halls.

 

your voice is everywhere

voices every where.

your voice is everywhere

voices every where.

 

 

factory salt

 

see hundred people

in broken mirrors

jars of water

put out for beggars

next to the cat

hundred bags

of factory salt

of factory salt

 

 

still asleep

same as before

and the blinds flap

food on the table

the servants wait

guarding the door

the rain falls

where are you

in the streets

its cold

 

 

steal the water from temple

 

steal the water from temple

steal the water from temple

steal the water from temple

steal the water from temple

 

all of my time

I have been lost

hundreds of years

I have been lost

 

to late to turn back

to late to turn back

 

steal the water from temple

steal the water from temple

steal the water from temple

steal the water from temple

 

I stole the water from the temple

steal the water from temple

I stole the water from the temple

steal the water from temple

 

 

wooden poles

 

I turn away

the wheels wait

the way to wait

is not to wait

 

I cant go on

as nothing is wrong

can you pretend

who is to say

nothing is wrong

when wooden poles

wrestle with hands

 

I turn away

the wheels wait

the way to wait

is not to wait

 

I cant go on

as nothing is wrong

can you pretend

who is to say

nothing is wrong

when wooden poles

wrestle with guns

 

 

silence

 

and the sound rise

and the sound falls

it trails away

to the empty night

 

silence

silence

silence

silence

 

not one word

nothing

could be heard

and the silence

worked its way

from the top

to the floor

like before

and now

 

silence

silence

silence

silence

 

 

4 o’clock in the morning

 

4 o’clock in the morning

Im on top of a mountain

4 o’clock in the morning

Im on top of a mountain

 

I’ll see you in day, go

I’ll see you in day, go

 

it’ll be this street

it’ll be that street

it’ll be this street

it always was

 

it’ll be this street

it’ll be that street

it’ll be this street

it always was

 

4 o’clock in the morning

Im on top of a mountain

4 o’clock in the morning

Im on top of a mountain

 

I’ll see you in day, go

I’ll see you in day, go

 

eleven monkeys

 

the way people drown

is the view from the top

so we’re breaking glass

for the eleven monkeys

 

like in the past

people fail to see

the eleven monkeys

thousand feet

below you

the eleven monkeys

 

like in the past

people fail to see

the eleven monkeys

thousand feet

below you

the eleven monkeys

 

 

time we spend alone

do you remember me

we were together

do you remember me

time we spend alone

do you remember me

we were together

do you remember me

 

 

 

hunters cliff

 

 

I stood still

at hunters cliff

where two rivers met

and the woods end

have you ever felt

like this yourself

and the story as well

end here

I stood still

 

night falls

at hunters cliff

with a silent

scream

take one more chance

take one more fall

end it all

 

have you ever felt

like this yourself

have you ever felt

like this yourself

 

 

 

 

harshly dragged

 

and someone else

Is there

probably

I am always safe

I thought I would die

the long sleeve shirt

feverish

helpless to stop

the rush

the thickening red

and edit

the trembling blood

glaring metal

harshly dragged

lick the hands

It’s quieter then usual

and stubborn

all the faces

you changed

If we could talk

the doors opened wide

and the gashes

widened shimmering’

the red

grinned widely

I could hardly breath

 

 

a cat nearby soundly slept

 

motionless

a cat nearby

soundly slept

the train whistle

blows

a crowd is

gathering

rain trodden

wet clothes

no relief shows up

the cars on the road

the noise

of bangin doors

it’s after nine o’clock

the hour drags on

the going is slow

 

and in the lobby

talkin’ to a woman

sweepin’ the doorway

she puts her hand

through the glass window

I drained completely

for a full hour

 

open the door

someone open the door

open the door

someone open the door

 

 

 

the shirt sleeves rolled up

 

makin

very little progress

the sun allows

the morning

to die early

watchin grimly

thrashin’

the shirt sleeves

rolled up

I could hear

the puffin

going

through streets

 

It did not help

the cold draggin

the morning

down

to it’s knees

a thinning smile

the rain

slashing the view

 

 

 

million orange fingers

 

 

blushin

in the back of

the smokin’ factories

and the meat

packing plant

the late sun reasonin’

to some effect

inflamed

sittin’ down

as if thinkin’

and aware. I’m belonging

the pallied black smoke

blister the air

a million orange fingers

through the drawn blinds

the gloom tremble

I give myself to you

 

as I have frequently seen it

the clothes line stretched

moved up and down

restlessly – as in bed

making love

a woman’s lopsided pants

legs wide open pink and wet

a candy striped shirt

drip red

sleeves about each other

breathing heavy

 

the fiery sun

above the room, a door sighs

the rain palpitate

and break off the sun

abruptly

 

 

 

the women sweep the streets

 

what have we

done to our self

I can’t bear

to see us this way

and always

remember

I wanted you

and what difference

does it make to you

I will have to work things

out for myself

and out side

the women sweep the streets

 

the train starts

to move again

I know what

you are thinking

and I thought too

we would make it

 

 

windows and doorways

 

the windows and

doorways

I watched a

million faces

leaden and old

all hurrying

to work

 

16 hours later

the early morning sun

they hardly

know you

it’s monday morning again

and I’ve realized

I have

let you down

and I’m certain

something is going wrong

 

the two men

in the taxi

and we pass through

at the red light

I hope

you saw us

 

 

trains arrive and leave

 

the frail and weak

some laundry

I’m dry

hangin’ above

the wilting sky

periwinkle blue

Is something

troubling you

and why wouldn’t you

tell me please

the trains arrive

and leave

 

unclothed the jagged

trees asleep

stare madly

the streets

hissin’ and dippin

beneath the borrowed sun

and you

seem so concerned

and why can’t you

hear me please

the trains

arrive and leave

 

slowly movin train

 

and I have known

nothing

but the sense of

helplessness

and do you know

what this room

feels

when it is

all empty

 

I really

have to see you

and some feelings

will always stays

with us

why do

the fishermen

catch more fish

than they

can sell

 

and do you

want

to see me

the slowly

movin train

is it leavin

and all that I have

said to you

do you know

it’s all true

 

I really

have to see you

and some feelings

will always stays

with us

why do

the fishermen

catch more fish

than they

can sell

 

 

 

and a smile plays along her lips

 

and a smile

plays along

her lips

october sighs

doin’ overtime

are you

goin’ away

 

the sun dresses

the houses

yellow

with sunlight

the red roofs

sun bleached

the morning

nestled

with the cold

bandaged

are you

comin’ to stay

 

 

stores that sells fruit

 

 

what can either of us do

we can’t do every thing

for everybody

the burlap sacks

filled with sugar

and the noise

in the street

you haven’t got

where your going

and a quarrel

is going on

between the stores

that sells fruit

and the seaman’s

clothes

 

all the while

I thought of you

and nothing else

faces appeared

and disappeared

through

the warehouse door

 

 

smoldering silhouettes

 

I wouldn’t mind doing it

a pointless point

what were you saying

a broad clearing

take of you clothes

the ambulance stopped here

was it a murder

 

lowering black

smoldering Silhouettes

along the store fronts

It’s the same thing

eight days later

did it occur to you

I’m afraid you will

sell yourself

 

 

3:10 in the mornin

 

slow rain

keep fallin

slow rain

keep fallin

 

and the last question

is sufficiently

interesting

even at 3:10

in the morning

 

and something

would have

to be done

about all this

 

without you

I can’t go on

and are you

with someone else

and the noise

of the

sleepy insects

why do you

want to

replace me

with someone else

 

slow rain

keep fallin

slow rain

keep fallin

 

 

 

black teeth shinin

 

seeing nothing

else to do

and all the thoughts n

were else where

a printing press

working coughing                  

suddenly winced, 

shrugged and stopped

the noise covered

a passing train

 

going to the store

before 2 o’clock

a man selling

potted plants

thick red flowers

the mouths dry

shiver inwardly

sweating feet propped

the clock showed

2.20

 

stare steadily

the black teeth

shining

the swollen arms

the clock

looks around

I do not see

what you see

it’s disheartenin

the cars stopped

the running feet

you are leaving

 

 

 

purposely slowin your steps

 

 

purposely slowin

your steps

everything else

would have to wait

are you

feelin sleepy

intersectin

twisted rain

 

you pushed

your hair

trimmed short

is this really love

 

in every

possible way

the day is getting

to it’s feet

 

the morning

hurriedly started

typically scorchin

throat muscles

tight the flies

adapt to

unutterable  

pain

 

 

silence grabbed, the barking dogs

 

pausing for awhile

it begins again to end

a downpour

it’s almost enough

is this what I asked for

the silence grabbed

the barking dogs

it’s a terrible noise

the silence

 

and here I stop

exhausted

to watch the trains

blankly starin people

I’m much obliged

a cold day

and suddenly the rain

slapping the roof tops

violent beating

I’m alone

tell me something

if you listen close

you can hear

all these days

I’ve been waiting

I’m scarcely

breathin

 

 

hefty arms, distractedly propped

 

a type writer

in an office

asking

about the loan

the hefty arms, 

distractedly propped

to get away

as quickly as possible

a pudgy face

the strutting sun

I’m gulped down whole

your hardly noticing

it is five past two

a terrible mistake

it’s not what you think

 

it wasn’t exactly

accomplishment

he is a very

influential man

an awful lot

to improve

you will have

to admit

 

am I being

too friendly

you’ll have

a heart attack

I’m mildly annoyed

with product like this

a five dollar rebate

what are we talking

about

 

 

widely spaced teeth

 

a police car swept through

a large cat yawned

I stood worriedly

the best I can afford

down on your knees

the shoulders against

the brick wall

 

we merely sense

I’m really paid back

the hands pressed

against the mouth

widely spaced teeth

 

the heavy footed walking

the man who lives

downstairs

smoking a cigarette

was some what upset

 about the unpaid

debts

 

to kill is it reason

enough

as an example

eventually

we will see

 

 

merely awake, muscles rigid

 

 

merely awake

muscles rigid

you would see

soon enough

this morning

is not like yesterday

 

merely awake

muscles rigid

the sun is odd

and shifting

and accepting this

indifference

someone is standing

as if waiting

 

you would see

soon enough

you would see

soon enough

 

I think

it’s worthwhile

the cold

is thickening

between us

appears

as if from nowhere

sensitive to it’s

surroundings

trees grown

tensed and old

you would see

soon enough

 

 

 

junk car, ran a red light

 

hello

black

night

hello

 

hello

black

night

hello

 

junk car

ran a red light

iowa hot night

turn the radio

turn the tape machine

ran a red light

cheese burgher

coffee to go

 

hello

hello

hello

hello

hello

hello

 

junk car

turn around

black dog moon

turn the radio

turn the tape machine

ran a red light

cheese burgher

coffee to go

 

junk car

junk car

junk car

junk car

 

you wanna talk

you wanna talk

you wanna talk

you wanna talk

 

we gonna talk

we gonna talk

we gonna talk

we gonna talk

 

 

and here the houses

 

weeks and weeks

have passed

and if you did care

why aren’t you here with me

and the old houses

ought to be

kept where they are

I find it so

impossible to see.

 

and here the houses

were low

and loaded down

with two cranes

the 40th or the 35th floor

usually we pull

about 84 or 5

 

weeks and weeks

have passed

and if you did care

why aren’t you here with me

and the old houses

ought to be

kept where they are

I find it so

impossible to see

 

 

cold gasping, like death

 

we are separated

the cord tangles

the naked bulb circles

the day turning away

hastily

and the tap drips

the cut oranges

untouched

the flies drone

and Im bleeding

 

can you see

there is

something

real in this

can you see

there is

something

real in this

 

the window outside, 

the cold

gasping, like death

the trees and the leaves

skeletal and rapped

again and again

Im let down

 

who’s cat is it

dead

and the day

ends

who’s cat is it

dead

and the day

ends

 

 

 

 

eleven monkeys

 

the way people drown

is the view from the top

so we’re breaking glass

for the eleven monkeys

 

like in the past

people fail to see

the eleven monkeys

thousand feet

below you

the eleven monkeys

 

like in the past

people fail to see

the eleven monkeys

thousand feet

below you

the eleven monkeys

 

 

time we spend alone

do you remember me

we were together

do you remember me

time we spend alone

do you remember me

we were together

do you remember me

 

 

 

hunters cliff

 

 

I stood still

at hunters cliff

where two rivers met

and the woods end

have you ever felt

like this yourself

and the story as well

end here

I stood still

 

night falls

at hunters cliff

with a silent

scream

take one more chance

take one more fall

end it all

 

have you ever felt

like this yourself

have you ever felt

like this yourself