written 1998
Working in the fields, stopping To rest in the shade. Their son four, asked his Dad. “What’s the Best Drink of All?” “Son, I don’t know.
A boy awoke All drenched in sleep Taking a glimpse Of the bitter colony Pleasant dreams
They play a game, but they don’t a… They loved once but will they love… They always say that was the last… But do they have the right to draw… They want to love but they can’t,…
If she was a bird would she fly in… Disintegrate in the morning’s glow… Would she fly above the trees? Impaled upon the branches. Could she fly on the wind?
At this very moment, she’s thinkin… Of you and how you were once True. Wondering what to do, she’s Feeling like a fool
Retro relics Shimmer in the sun Of this open market, Hold within a chainlink fence. Warm and safe,
Wind, oh, West Texas wind Blow away her dreams. Let drifts of sand Not uncovered hope. Make her heart as barren
It seems that all the world is sei… And all of them fell into despair,… And feeling they unable to withsta… Life isn’t safe and future isn’t b… Do you remember times they could k…
It was Quick! and It was Sudden! Their hearts were a breakin’ Their eyes were a floodin’ They’re Gone, but not forgotten! Soon there will be rejoicing
Bare roots twist incredible design… Cascading down to drink the river They float between the banks among The rocks you say “Lie back and Look up, Mom”—green bordering
He thought of you today, Early; at the break of day. Why you didn’t stay. Is hard to say. His words were misunderstood,
Safe, Hidden inside this room. He ventures to explore the univers… Gone, From inside this room.
There is no hurt in despair and de… With deepest overtures and bone-ac… Like the tenderest touch of consci… That defamation of soul can find n… No peace from pain-filled humiliat…
He is a writer doomed by society He wonders if there is a Love bec… He pretends to live He feels he is being swallowed in… He touches the coldness of society
The stars slowly fade and fade, As the sun comes up ray by ray. The birds are chirping To warn them all, That summer has almost