On My Way To The Cage
Country garden in the wind and the rain,
Wherever he goes the people all complain.
Stephen prospered in his time, well he may and he may decline.
Did it matter, does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how.
Wishing well with a golden bell, bucket hanging clear to hell,
Hell halfway twixt now and then,
Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again.
Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, writing "What for?" across the morning sky.
Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer, darkness s
The Employment Pages
We spread out and occupy the cracks in the urban streets.
Idle now: I rearrange the furniture as you sleep. as you sleep, as you sleep...
It's so appropriate: the way we amplify the sound,
and then the neighbors drop by and they ask (us) to turn it down again...
We spread out and everyone is frightfully more aware.
So impressed: The cocktail politics and obscure details.
It's so appropriate: the way we amplify the sound,
and then the neighbors drop by and they ask (us) to turn it down again...
And it was true that I was truly failing.
But you were gone and I was home
calling around, but nothing was found worthwhile.
We spread out and occupy the cracks in the urban streets.
Idle now: I rearrange the furniture as you sleep. as you sleep, as you sleep...