I write your name Everywhere I go Like a worn out code Just to let you know I write your name On my loneliness On the closet hook where you hung that dress Don’t you see You turn this trust To wind and dust and it’s choking me It’s hard to touch the sun And…
Each night, they surround me With the lights and the microphones . . . With their bodies and the mile of cable Like a magic ring of bone Every night I have the same dream: A man behind the door With a tattooed erection And no reflection And his eyes like a Chinese whore ….
[Messed?] and peculiar Dancing with Julia I see no spare sky This is the last try The static from dreaming Is only now seeming To bring on disaster I told you, I asked her All she said was, “No” Refrain: Sometimes you need a matador Sometimes you need a charging bull The dust will rise…