So black no sky squeaks through
All evening eating peanut paste and onions
And by came an angel who had a bright key
Bobbing closer, yellow-pointed, painted wooden shoes
Burrowing Under Barbed-Wire With Spoons
Cigarettes and Coffee
For lipstick, I use my lips
Getting and spending. We lay waste our powers
Hard to Handle
How comforting it is, to get together
It is almost like a wedding
It is what you have forgotten, what you must forget
It's not what they built, but what they knocked down.
I've Been Loving You Too Long
Mr Pitiful
Not Fade Away
Nothing more needs to be said
Respect
Something breaks off all of a sudden
Stolid, blue business suit, the New York Times
The Arms of Mine
The sun surrounds us, but he is a shadow
The world is too much with us; late and soon
Tramp
Wanda you could lose some weight
Why does he lounge there, watching?
It went east. We heard it go. We heard it talking
The television went black
My fingers, separate, gleaming, bloody, like pets
You'll not believe the things you find in skips
And slams the church door in our faces
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