They had made love earlier, in the big high bed
Paris from my window
Looking over the polaroids
Once upon a time there was sex and death
About New York
Two for the price of three
In the spaces between the parrots and the fruit trees
I open my skull to your gaze
In my dream my brother gave away a screenplay
The Life & Death of a Pork Chop
Maybe one day I'll have three children, one of each
I said, "Look, this is my house."
The Empire of Child
Your body, I remember, stained my big cream bed
What My Dad Thought of Church
Grey on Grey, Black Upon Black
My mother is downstairs with a saxophone player
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