fish me out
there is no doubt that
if
you are a catcher of men
you are meant to pull me in
i won't deny the pain of denying you
i won't let go of how i'm hiding
the longing
for the taste of you
and then
there is this
i am longing for your skin
i am wishing so hard it is yearning
to be let in
and the truth is everything is wearing thin
until allis fire
and i am sitting here
rising here in my sitting
and in my center
i want there to be nothing
but skin between us
weave us in that web
wrap me in your net

we are here at the lovers' fair
grandma sits in her rocking chair
smiling in compassion
cause once she had passion
her old body has been here
and so it is young forever
and i need your forever
and this ic clear
there is only bitterness
if one has not been on the rides
and walked by the tides
on the shores of the lovers; fair

i am waiting to be delivered
so don't you worry about
the thinness of things
and the lie it brings
to count on that which
can't be tasted
wasted here in deserts
like moses before your bush
i am burning but
i want to be consumed
if god heard me crying he
knew all this while i was dying i
was crying out for life
crying out for jazz
indeed, crying out for ass
looking at you i saw
life

you are the shape of love and pleasure to me
you are the only treasure i see
i am in lust more than in love
for you
what you do is stand there
and what i do is desire
green and brown
the love of earth
and water is more than
fire
and only this constant contemplation
will matter

part of me
is still angry with you
part of me
resents the crime you did not
do
i'm upset
for being such a slut
i'm upset for fucking you
and fucking it up
i'm upset for all the
restraint
how i tried to keep a lock
on my self
and then i sat on your cock
and i'm ashamed
for fucking my friend
and i'm upset
because i want it again

it is to this i come
it is to you i run
lord, i know now
if our hearts are one
you will be one
and if i am looking for my sister
i will have missed her seeking
her in church this sunday
or monday at the place i quickest
call home
and when everyone in world
and in exasperation calls to you
falls to you then we are same
and names have ceased to matter

i want to stand at the end of all drama
as he God knows
i don't want to make war even with myself
and i don't want to sound bells for what isn't true
walking on city streets is just like being in a small
town and the city will not save you
i see pleasant people walking all
about
and no place can save you
from the hell six inches away
of people who spend all their days
half dead
half working
and unhelpful
and on the way home last night
i was startled from a nap
with a crook in my neck,
by th crudest screaming people
but i was too tired to get up and walk away
and i drifted in and out and today
i know
part of punishment of hell
is not being able to leave
and the joy of heaven comes in walking

say to the mother of nations
lay down love on the land
say to the queen of peace
teach me to release my hand
every prophet started true
and then you, like him,
said a little bit more
and a little bit more has screwed
up everything
so what i mean is
oeace,,, what i mean is
what i wish is
peace

if i say now
all is one, then will you let me leave it like that?
and will you not make it a prophecy
simply let me leave it like that
and if you ask me how i know
and how all the weeds that grow in our sidewalk
cracking pavement are just wasting time
then the knowing comes with breathing
and i know just like beliving
that he is one
and in the end as
atthe start
then she will be one
and the god of war
at least cries to his sister peace
lay down love on te land
lay now your love on
the land