Williamstown lovers
Water was ripping under the cracks of the pierWe kissed like champagne against a shipSeagulls played a game of chessOur icebreakers melted in the sun, that was tied to a ribbonI grinned like a shark when you took my photograph,AND when you put your arm around me like a compass around a map,I swallowed my heartWe had a coffee and you paid by visa,And in the corner sat a dreamer with his postcard eyes,Scribbling in a notebook — a squirrel collecting nuts.
God waited
God waited for your beautiful smileGod's waited for you since you were a childWhen you closed your eyes God waited and the angels held their breathWhen your pain was like rain on a tin roof,God waited to take it away from youNow God no longer waits because he's with youYou can hear a pin drop in heavenGod's waited for you all your lifeTime doesn't wait,But God always does
My bedroom
A room with a view of junkyard backyardsand golden town halls,and pink and blue morningsand fireworks.with hand made teddy bearsand soft prayersand daddy long legs.My soul's got a hole in it like a lifesaver
Zoo
I watch you through the bars of a zooNo touchingThere's flowers on the floor of the room where we meditateI say an Apache prayer.I still love you while I'm standing on the corner in the asthma wind.I love you like a yellow fever,but I'm a woman in the hands of King Kong.
Café
In a crowded caféthe conversation sinks like the Titanic.Cigarette smoke rises like a snake from a basketAn empty plate is like a palette of paint.
About Annie Lennox
I didn't know whether to wrap my arms around her,or wrap my hands around her throatAnnie the goatAnnie is ancestryShe is a feeling I can't live with.I'm not some fool of God's divine plan.I've been around.I've been through the lightning struck tower and I've seen death,and I blow out smoke that looks like peacock feathers.
Puddles
Waiting for the rain to stopThe low grey clouds are like petticoats,The puddles are pieces of a broken mirror,the raindrops roll upon the muddy groundlike chocolate maltesers.I'm waiting for the sun to break throughlike a blond headed child in a blue rain coat.
The sting
You're hopeless, emotionally.You're like a box jellyfish that floats into my world,and stings me with silence.It's only love, it's not rocket science.That's why girls cut their wrists,because they wear their hearts there,and it's nearly Christmas.Couldn't you give a little of that love