- A Christmas Memory
And when they found you on your back
All cradled in the snow
You looked as though you could sleep forever
When they found you on your back
All grinning in the cold
And skin so dry
Stained with glue and wine
- A Song For Ellie Greenwich
pressed unto us flesh still sickly sweet
with scents of love
but lost of this lust
exactly what becomes of us?
just like me
they long to see you on your knees
but all these he's into she's
- Alright
your breath, it refts
inside of me
thin it out with pharmacy
that smell you left on everything
but i'll be alright
i'll be alright
with hand on heart
- Careful Who You Dance With
He's eager to lead, squeezed six in this taxi's backseat
He's animal grace, he's heartbreak in spit-take
And we run these streets, with tongues neatly tucked in our cheeks
We're easy to please, we're equally cheap meat
Be careful who you dance with
Somebody's bound to get his head kicked in
This wasn't how we planned it
- Evelyn McHale
when you got crippled by that car
when we was martyred monthly and scarred by the way that we are
we nearly broke your mothers heart
stay close and pray she never knows
how we both fell apart
sure we were sinners from the start
spellbound still safe as houses
- Forward to Forget
memorize the angles of my face
and tape record the way you say my name
relate the way you smell and taste
to tangibles no absence can erase
forget about the words you've said and meant
as words mean very little in the end
these memories made fresh i will defend
- Found Drama I
please honey help me home tonight
these legs of mine don't work quite right
and I'd apologize but you've heard
this line hundreds of times
in hindsight must I pay the price
for places where your injured lie
we fell like flies this language
- Four Words
forgive me please but do repeat what youve said
while its fresh in your head
the way those consonants stretched
before you forget
wait there thats it just
at the split of your lips
before your tongue gives to lisp
wearing that sweet sinful slip
- Handsome Devil
All the streets are crammed with things
?Eager to be held
And ?I know what hands are for?
And I'd like to help myself?
And you ask me the time
?And I sense something more?
And I would like to give you?
What I think you're asking for?
- Love Connection
Chapped lips,
tongue kissed,
insert expletive,
fluids of a summer night.
With slight duress,
forced imperatives,
find me quoting Donovan.
A delicate blend of sweat and menstrual blood,
- Love Connection, pt II
there's blood between my legs
and in the grass outside your house I came
you're salty to the taste
and if I squint just right I can see his face
with back against the grass your girlish weight
does little more than leave me sore below the waist
- Sympathy For Spastics
Bred and wed of ruddy wretched men
I've bet you've got it in for them
Their crass, sun-tanned, uneducated hands
You've always found a place for them
This greedy grace that permeates girls my age
When I'm not ashamed to say, even
On our knees, it's the sad simple dignities
That charm the pants off me
- The Four Platitudes
we resolve to meet
at the bridge beside the beach
where the air would freeze our speech
and the trains would pass beneath our feet
it's dry from licking still you never questioned why
night upon night we come here all the time
- The Pornographer
A lost love of mine
Who gentlemen objectify
I've seen the price and Chirst, I sympathize
But then, what was I?
Whose charmless arms you slept inside
Who prays one day we make this same mistake twice
Mistake twice
- Unmentionables
sick then with pride
now scarcely recognized
and i felt his size
close to a dozen times
his legs gave way like pages
from a pop-up book
and i had to look
- Wait Another Year
Christmas comes just once a year
Raise your weary voice in cheer
Merry hearts find ways to sing
Glory, Hark, and Joy, Our King
Clear and sure the church bells ring
Through the streets, they're beckoning
Brash and bright and insincere
- Weaknesses
If for each bit of gladness
Someone must taste of sadness
I'll bear the sorrow
Let it be
No matter what the price is,
I'll make the sacrifices
For each tomorrow
- Young Throats
He's lifelike when the light strikes right
But no less charmless otherwise
Surprised with where my interest lies
I try to bite my tongue this time
But tonight, Christ,
Can't you see my hands were tied?
My hands were tied