there will be no explanation for this,
and you can try, yes we all can try,
but there will be no soultion
and all the meditat-tation,
is just a way to get the hump
is just away to get over the hump
and there wil lbe no prize for this
and this is not the time for this
and there are not enough angels,
not enough angels and not enough playgrounds for this
gorillas are pissed and ain't you in the mist
but te reaisl and the raisl and the raisl
stretched a hudnred miles, over hills and
over lakes and over... rills and whe nshe
walekd the rail and when he walked the rial,
and when she was fafe and couldnt' away when
the car came down, the baby di come donw,
cradle and all
and won't you come with me?
and there will be no explaning this,
no making up for this, not enough reasons
never anough tears and wouldn't you be angry,
wouldn't you be angry if there was a reason,
there is no, there is just the living,
and then we hope we pray for the
singing, and then we pay,
and i say,
telling you in truth that
there will be no
explaining this

RAILS

you too old, the coffes gonna get too old and
the train is running down that tunnel,
my feet hurts so bad, and baby,
don't you dare get mad, there are just too many
pigs in that blanket
and i sank it never knowing if you loved me
the train went high, across the sky and got
stopped at loyala and paulina and the 747
for the old woman out of her mind
and i was stuck in air,
you don't know how often the msoek will grow
sky in my eyes
grey in my eyes and smog
in my face, my back hurts in the palce where i
lived for
you
and where i lvied for me, all along the rails,
all along the rails
and to make this life a song, to make this life
a song, before we give up, facebook and give
up and post up a smile, bitch, give me a smile,
and your first born child, posted on a facebook,
given up a srapbook, and don't you cry,
cause when he jumped, when he jumped,
you knew he wasn't gay
and so its okay,
but don't you cry...
but most of all
baby don't you lie

i bet even if i didn't tell you,
if i didn't tell you...
and if i didn't tell you
i was having fun, would i still have it
and if i didn't tell you that
in a burst of lust i pretended
i made love to you and you
never know that everything
flowed out of me onto my
hand onto my bedsheets
then when we meet,
is it still an affair,
at least on my part and if i
keep it to myself, and if i
keep it to myself, am i still alive,
or do i have to prove it to you
do picture books pick up where
memory left off and can i find you
and can you climb inside me?
not long ago you came to me
all in wonder and i wondered
about you and i came to you
and spread my flesh across you
and all my mouth could not take
you in and all of god could not take
me in and so i got a new one,
and do you remember by the old moon
how i loved you and how
we moved together,
tethered like that,
time out of mind
and how i felt you,
and how i knew you?

i spent late until last night planning and
planning and building plans to spill into
plans and the nweave into plans, fine plans,
fine bricks laid from my very insides,
like any grey old spider, and then at
the end i lit a fire, small, on one stick
of incesne, and with that and a lit candle
cralwed into bed, and the magic of
bedtime makes me sleep and the sleep
wipes aways everything and washes it
anew into common sense, and on the
shores of such a palce i see what is
necessary and what is not, and what i
need is you ,and what i need is to
remember and what i need is to stop
fretting and remember it is too
cold to go to chicago, and i know
that i still have to pay my phone
bill and one by one these things
are liek rosary beads, but now,
if only one by one, ticked off
of my thubm they could fall
into the sea and the nbecome
water to become
salt

ARISTOTLE

one three four and five
come and hide
and can you stil lbelieve,
that i am still alive? after all we've gone and all we've done
and all we've gona and done
and no, i do not believe i am like aristotle
my head hurts, my eyes hurt and i, i've eye have
got to take it easy, i've been up too long/
and i can't do it all. i've loved you too
long and all the dogs are barking, but will you love me
one tow three and five
you are still alive and can you tell me where
we go when we hide
and i had lots of money, i felt so damn rich,
but i didnt have no sense
and i lost all of it, i lost all my sense,
i lost all my senses and did i mention
i lost you
my tangerine ball
all of my ball, i dropped the ball, when i a stopped
sweet tangerine, orange and honey, laid down
the money,smeared it over your body
and i know, that you know, we all all know
goddamn plato! and you better not call,
you better not call me
you better not call me aristotle

i can't go
baby when you snort that blow i want
to be with you
oh, jaime, your were just so pretty,
a honeybabygoldsuperfly
i deny i can't deny you
on the peach, out of reach,
oohlalala superbeach wenebago
that's how it goes and will
you be there palm sunday?
in your wedding gown with a
catholic frown and palm leaf
up your... banana? oooh lala
and don't you love me?

and i told your brother he could pluck me,
in the house on my stomach on the afternoon he would...
and there was no wedding gown,
there was not going down only the look on emily's
face ahhhahhh virgins in the yard,
virgins in the yard and ain't it
hard to find the place between my mary and yours?

i can't go when you snort that blow, you know i want to be with you
on the florida beach, but baby you were out of reach like the sky
and the sky was purple,
purple as his sex,
purple as those balls
purple as the fall of innocence and royal,
purple as the sun
purple as the plum i
held in my hand
when i held him in my hand
and oh, he moaned.

ASHERAH

running through the woods chasing witches but
who will cookamunga my vacation?
and running to the dell to tell the bridgebuilder
your name but don't you remember the same
don't play that game where you say you don't
know me. don't tell that lie where i fly in
a cloud until i burst all over your hand,
we're all bursting over your hands

and what she commands...

running through the woods chasing bats now,
do the mushrooms grow, baby do the mushrooms grow?
and i am sick of sitting here sidesaddle or
honey baby do you know, honey baby do you
know and where's my tomato

and are you not hiding and what she commands...

ju-ooodah, virgin mary, virgin mary, with a touch
of terry-gon and spice

cause what she commands...
what she commands...

squeeze your need, wring your need,
squeeze your... ah,
until your seed pours on my hand,
slicks my hand.

well what she commands....

i am fat and tired and sick and mired with
too many cigarettes and too much gin
and the doritos that pretend to be real
fool and my belly is hanging over
this belt with the residue of
the night and the not enough sleep and here,
early, i come to meet you and the edge of
the day and won't the world stop turning?
i am thirty years old and three and
finally i am old enough to know
i am still young and stored in here,
in those toe, and in this one old
roll of fat is that two more hours sleep
will get me where i thought prayer
should and than an hour of answering
the temptation of your,
kissing me up and down is worth
three of meditation,
pushing the body
away with a frown,

i am dizzied with the need to stumble off
this roller coaster, stomach still
reeling with the feeling not,
that the earth is moving,
but that i am commanded to move
and you are still standing still.
i beleive that all of this talk of
god's will and of your destiny
and of my purpsoe is all
foolishness.
God put you on thiis earth to,
God put me on htis earth to,
this is meant to be. no, see
we are placed, hurled, tosses,
spewed out in blood onto this
world's realm to breathe it,
and grasp it and take it
and make of it what we will.

because you sit on the train in the rain
on an L stop texting like a teenager
though you are at the door of thirty
after awhile i ingore you
either my messages drop or you ignore me
whole days pass after i've left
messages on your phone and you ignore me
the god who made the skies you
ignore him
and then you wonder why you cry
and you ignore it
and so at the last foolish message
i get up, and don't even deign
to respond, and maybe the reason
you say there is no god is
because he sometimes shakes
his head and like me, does
the same

stop worrying
do not be afraid
god is all around you
don't try to control of cling
love is all around you
in the springtime of your life
let go and release
this thing you
ve been holding onto wasnt worth it
this dream you thought you'd
forgotten, never wind away
in the past, like a wound,
liek a splinter in your flesh
no is is floating all around you
and as you let go of
everything that bids you hold
you will see
God is all around you