Waves
So many years so many hardships
So many laughs so many tears
So many things to remember
Cause they had 50 years
The kids have got their own kids
And their own kids they are grown
She told him not to worry
He’d be fine when she was gone
He walks down to the ocean
Bends to touch the water, kneels to pray
He writes her name in the sand
Waves wash it away
There are sea gulls circling shrimp boats
That turn inside the bay
There’s an emptiness inside
That never goes away
He walks down to the ocean
Bends to touch the water kneels to pray
He writes her name in the sand
Waves wash it away
Truale
Drive an hour from Dalhart
It’s one long straight line
There’s a ranch house out of nowhere
There’s a crossroad and there’s a sign
She was born in that ranch house
Her daddy slapped her alive
The doctor still in town
Too drunk to drive
Singing truale, truale, truale true
There were horses
Horses to ride
Dapples and grays
Wide-open skies
Pintos and bays
Running full stride
The wind in her face
It was like she could fly
There was oil oil oil
To be found everywhere you put a boot
There was oil in the ground
Oil in the ground
Oil in the mud
Pump long enough
See it gets in the blood
Singing truale, truale, truale ture
She came back when she turned 30
Just her and the girls
Never said why she left him
But she wore cultured pearls
Says to her father
No questions no lies
Drove a t-bird with the top down
A cold beer between her thighs
Singing truale, truale, truale true
There were horses
Horses to ride
Dapples and grays
Wide-open skies
Pintos and bays
Running full stride
The wind in her face
It was like she could fly
Baseball
There are soldiers in the way of harm
A girl holds a baby in a blanket in her arms
A man with a flag leaves for work
A woman pulls a thread from the hem of her skirt
Another Saturday comes and goes
Another south wind comes and blows
Another baseball field another pop fly
Another bunch of boys another blue sky
Boys laugh
Boys play
There’s a kid at bat there’s a kid on first
There’s a mother in the stands dying of thirst
There’s a father brings a coke there’s a swing there’s a miss
There’s a father brings a coke there’s a father gets a kiss
Another Saturday comes and goes
Another south wind comes and blows
Another baseball field another pop fly
Another bunch of boys another blue sky
Boys laugh
Boys play
There are soldiers in the way of harm
Thursday
It’s warm for November it looks like rain
She drives the interstate
Stays in the slow lane
Two babies in the back
Huggies in the front
No place to sit cause its full of baby junk
She grew up in Dallas
Had a baby real young
What’s his name left
When she had another one
She said “I got these babies they got all these names
I hurt inside”
Then it starts to rain
It’s a Thursday morning
She feels so alone
There’s a hole inside
It’s like a country song
But it feels a lot sadder than what the radio plays
So she pulls off at Waco for some coke and some fries
Idles in the drive through
The babies start to cry
She starts to cry
When she hears “daddy gone?”
The girl in the window
Says “mam is something wrong?”
It’s a Thursday morning she feels all alone
Got a hole inside its like a country song
But it feels a lot sadder than what the radio plays
It’s a parking lot in Waco
Where she sees things clear
Got a backseat full of babies
Got a Frosty full of tears
Then the babies quit crying
The rain lets up
She’s up the on ramp
Behind a long haul truck
Its warm for November it looks like rain
She drives
Monday’s child is fair of face
Tuesday’s child is full of grace
Wednesday’s child is full of woe
Thursday’s child has far to go
Change
There was a dry goods store
A flower shop
A barber with no nose
One alcoholic cop
A beauty parlor
Where they sat in chrome chairs
And it smelled like they burned
Some poor lady’s hair
There were toys in the window
Of the five and dime
Little girls stared
Little boys whined
At the toys in the window of the five and dime
Things change
They change a lot
Things change
They blow cold they blow hot
And if looking back is all you got
It doesn’t matter any way
Those same little girls went to work in those stores
Those same little boys went away to wars
When they came home
All the jobs had gone away
back to the places where they fought so far away
Things change
They change a lot
Things change
They blow cold they blow hot
And if looking back is all you got
It doesn’t matter any way
There was a dry goods store
A flower shop
A barber with no nose
One drunk cop
A beauty parlor
Where they’d sit in chrome chairs
They’d hide beneath the dryers
Just sit there and stare
Pony
When love was a Mexican pony
That you and I would ride
From the desert in the dark
Cross the river to the other side
Border guards waved us through
Andale ninos they cried
When love was a Mexican pony
That you and I would ride
Then love was a porcelain angel
In a church in Mexico
Dressed in silk
With painted tears
We worshipped what we did not know
Love was a porcelain angel
It was the moment we kissed
It was incense it was grace
It was the sound of the serpent’s hiss
Love was a Mexican pony
You and I would ride
From the desert, in the dark
Cross the river to the other side
Then love was a Sunday morning
When our white flags flew in smoke
Just before the call to Mass
Above the cigarettes and jokes
Love was a Sunday morning
When you and I would pray
And press our hands together
The way we did when you went away
Border guards waved us through
“Andale niños” they cried
When love was a Mexican pony
You and I would ride
Kitchen
Fighting door to door
At Jerusalem’s gate
Millionaires play baseball
Oprah talks about fate
A galleon full of treasure
Is found off Panama
A new season of Sopranos
Soft women at the spa
Sitting in the kitchen and you don’t give a damn
Whoa
Girls in cotton dresses
Windblown to the hip
Girls in cotton dresses
Their phones close to their lips
A white thoroughbred is born in Kentucky
Bombs fall in Kashmir
Waiting for the war
In your underwear drinking beer
It’s easy to love
It’s easy
Kind of
Skinny boys with rifles
Flying off to war
Skinny boys with rifles
Fighting door to door
Iron
It’s iron he hangs and he loves his work
Drives hours each day and he’s never been hurt
Got a back of steel and burns on his sleeves
Of his shirt
He drinks too much when stuff gets heavy
He can’t think straight, his mind gets hazy
He stops at a sports bar
Everybody knows he’s a flirt
So he’s driving to work it’s like his head is split open
With last night’s drinking and last night’s smoking
And he never got home and now there will be hell to pay
She’ll be yelling and he’ll be screaming and the kid’s will be crying
It’s like a house full of demons
He says to himself,
“why do people live this way?”
So she says to Luann “he’s the father of my babies
“He’s the father of my babies
I know you think I’m wrong I know you think I m crazy
For sticking around when he’s drunk all over town
But you don’t see he can be so sweet
He only gets mean when he gets in his drink
He’s good to the kids it’s just sometimes he gets down.”
So the iron drops bad
Nothing seems to fit
He gets busted on his welds
Wants to just quit
Wants to curl up tight on the cold white ground
Cry
But he works full shift
Picks up a six
Its almost Christmas
Roads are getting slick
She is going to be at the door
It is going to be a hell of a fight
So he’s an hour out of Lincoln
No shoulder on the road
And it is dark snowing
He ought to go slow
But he pushes the ford
It planes it slides like a sled
Tires hit the edge and he spins like a top
The truck slides low in the ditch till it stops
It hurts where he banged his head
He sits in the cab and he cant read the gauges
And the wipers whip
Like wind over pages
Its loud
Static on the radio
It gets too light to see
He just stared
Gets too light to see
And then he got scared
Then the light was gone
Its just wipers
Wind turned snow
So she says to Luann “he’s the father of my babies
“He’s the father of my babies
I know you think I’m wrong I know you think I m crazy
For sticking around when he’s drunk all over town
But you don’t see he can be so sweet
He only gets mean when he gets in his drink
He’s good to the kids it’s just sometimes he gets down.”
So he pulls back on he drives real slow
Throws the last of the six out the window in the snow
Something changed he saw light when he should have seen dark
And that’s the last time he drank
Still a hell of a fight
But she knew he wasn’t lying when he told her bout the light
She knew he wasn’t lying about the light
It is iron he hangs
He loves his work
Drive hours each day
He’s never been hurt
Got a back of steel
Got burns on the sleeves of his shirt
Prelude
Steel
Sitting on the train to Machu Picchu
The passenger car explodes
Not enough time to say good-bye
Not enough time to know
What’s gone wrong?
God have mercy
I believe my heart has failed
Smoke rises through a hole in the roof
The dead say fare thee well
I swear doctor
Don’t you have anything?
Like morphine for this pain
I swear Jesus take me now
Cause I am about to go insane
Looking back at the world as one who is leaving
In a dream come right out of hell
Smoke rises through a hole in the roof
The dead say fare thee well
No one is just an observer
The same bell tolls for the served and the server
For the strong the weak
The weary and the brave
Everybody ride come judgment day
Cause trains explode
Steel flies
The sisters ring the Catholic bells
Smoke rises through a hole in the roof
The dead say fare thee well
Sitting on the train to Machu Picchu
The passenger car explodes
Angels
Angels flutter around her heart
Love can heal they softly call
When trouble comes to the ones she loves
Her angels come
They ease suffering
Heal pain
Her angels come like healing rain
Love and angels conquer all
Like rain her healing angels fall
Love and angels conquer all
Her healing angels softly call
Amen
Call a truce
Call a war
Everyone is a bastard
Everyone is a whore
Everyone is a saint
Everyone is redeemed
Everyone is at the mercy of another one’s dream
Late at night when dreams are king
I get nervous about what dark brings
I call her name she holds me tight
She whispers everything’s all right
Call a truce
Call a war
Everyone is a bastard
Everyone is a whore
Everyone is a saint
Everyone is redeemed
Everyone is at the mercy of another one’s dream
Mercy
A Rondo in C Maj
Dixie
I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Look away
Look away
Look away
Dixie Land
Cotton
Daddy hoes the cotton like I do
Daddy picked the cotton by hand
He used to come home hot and dirty
Told me how he hated black land
Told me how he hated black land
One day he just walked away
Walked down the road
Kicking up dust
Right in the middle of the day
Walked down the road kicking up dust
Left me and momma that way
Somebody help me sing hallelujah
Somebody help me sing hey hoe hard
Somebody help me sing that’s enough cotton
Somebody help me sing praise the lord
Momma cleaned house for the white folk
Man our house was a mess
But we had food
We had shoes
Had it better than most I guess
She had sister back in 40
When she married a man named Teal
The high blood took her back in 53
She’s buried on the side of the hill
With the coloreds on the side of the hill
You see back then that was the deal
Somebody help me sing hallelujah
Somebody help me sing hey hoe hard
Somebody help me sing that’s enough cotton
Somebody help me sing praise the lord
I’ve got rows of cotton in the morning
I’ve got rows of cotton till night
I walk these rows with a hoe in my hand
Hoe for the rest of my life
I’ll hoe for the rest of my life
I’ll hoe for the rest of my life
Moon
The moon got lost tonight I think
A nod, a nod
A wink, a wink
The horse is blind and needs a drink
The moon got lost tonight I think
And you and I look, look away
And in the not, not looking may
See what is hidden by the day
When you and I look, look away
Look, look away
Look, look away
Look, look away
Late, late nights
The red lights blink
Blink, blink
The sky is ink
The last of the bourbon
And the ice clink
The moon got lost tonight I think
Look, look away
Look, look away
Look, look away
Mennonite
He was a Mennonite
Came from Mexico
Went to work for his uncle
Out In Weslaco
Building trailers hell he could build anything
Anything out of metal fix any machine
Praise be to Jesus
All glory and accord
But when you are twenty-one years old
You get kind of bored
Staying home every night
Worshiping the lord
He bought a pearl snap shirt
Stitched with horses and stars
A handsome pair of boots
Started driving past bars
Where women wore short skirts
Made out in cars
Drank beer by the quart out of mason jars
They drank beer
At the county line bars
Marco Polo Marco Polo
Off to explore
Christopher Columbus
Off to find a new shore
A young Mennonite walks through a bar room door
It said “I heart to dance”
On a tight t-shirt
Tucked in the waist of a short short skirt
She was standing at the bar
Holding court
A push up bra for extra support
The boys fell like pigeons
Fell like leaves
Strong pale legs
Red boots to her knees
Who’s to say what love is
Is it horses and stars
Is it boots and beer the back seat of cars
On the floor board
There’s a short short skirt
Wrapped in the arms of a pearl snap shirt
It’s been five years
Never was hard
He never much thought
More about the lord
She just quit
Going to bars
They got married had kids
Never was hard
Who’s to say what love is
Is it horses and stars
Is it boots and beer the back seat of cars
On the floor board
There’s a short short skirt
Wrapped in the arms of a pearl snap shirt
Signs
One cardboard sign says I’ve got no home
One sign says I need booze
One sign says disabled vet
I was not born to lose
One sign says I am no quitter
One sign says you got a smoke?
One sign says need gas for the Lear
One sign got a joke?
Hey, hey
They are on the corner every day
Saying hey, hey
One sign says I am pregnant
One sign is upside down
One sign says lost my husband
One sign says lost my crown
One sign says I love Jesus
One says the end is near
One sign just says please
One says will work for beer
Hey, hey
They are on the corner every day
Saying hey, hey
She sang meet me in st louis
Meet me at the fair
But don’t tell me the lights
They shine
Don’t act like you care
One cardboard sign says time to pray
One sign says I need booze
One says I can’t walk no more
One sign says I need shoes
Ones says if I had a dollar
If I had not lost my crown
If I had a horse
I would ride
For higher ground
Hey, hey
They are on the corner every day
Saying hey, hey
Palestine Part Two
Her people came from Nineveh
His people came from Rural Shade
They met in the tent
Of the traveling Nazarene
She took his big hand in hers
Led him from the tent to the piney woods
Just sixteen
A few months later they got married
A few more months Rosasharn got born
While he was out cutting pulp
A logging chain whipped
He never walked again
It was an accidental thing
So he drank when they had money
She worked as a serving girl
In the rich folks houses in town
Rosasharn grew up
Cutting pictures out of magazines
Of houses big and clean
Rosasharn run away
With the boy sellin bibles
Crossed the line toward Shreveport
Turned 16
Calls her mother from the payphone
Laundromat in Natchez
It’s not exactly what I dreamed
Palestine, Palestine
Oh Palestine
We’ve got Satan on the run
Shouts the Nazarene
Who’s Going To Be Your Man
Traditional
Who’s going to be your man
Good lord
Who’s going to be your man
Say The Right Words
Angel Hair
There was angel hair
Christmas lights
Been so long was it Christmas lights
Or maybe it was Christmas Eve
So cold outside what would make a person leave
On a cold highway
Ice that is black
Make a person leave
Not come back
Not a day goes by
I don’t think about you
It was a place so sweet
A place so right
You were standing in the window
In the blinking light
Were there tears on your face?
Was it ice on the pane?
And the radio said
You ought to use chains
On a cold highway
Ice that is black
Make a person leave
Not come back
Not a day goes by
I don’t think about you
Been so long I don’t know
Not a day goes by ten years or so
Not a day goes by
I don’t think about you
It is a short time coming
A long time gone
I try not use words like wrong
I carry a torch
It burns my hand
I’d like to lay it down
In the promise land
But there is nothing in site
No way back
It’s a cold highway
Ice that is black
Not a day goes by
I don’t think about you
I don’t think about you
Not Another Mary
Driving home at sunrise
Just in time for work
She says she is not another Mary
This is not another virgin birth
Not another Mary
She wears an all right wrinkled skirt
Not another Mary
Just in time for work
Last night he told her that he loved her
Something she already knew
It was something that she wanted
But she could not say I love you too
I love you too
She thinks man this sky is blue
So he finally said I love you
She could not say I love you too
Who knows what to say?
Or what to do?
The sun so red
The sky so blue
Sun so red
Sky so blue
She could not say
I love you too
Driving home at sunrise
Just in time for work
She says she is not another Mary
This is not another virgin birth
Not another Mary
Just in time for work
Not another Mary
Not another virgin birth
Palestine Part Two
Her people came from Nineveh
His people came from Rural Shade
They met in the tent
Of the traveling Nazarene
She took his big hand in hers
Led him from the tent to the piney woods
Just sixteen
A few months later they got married
A few more months Rosasharn got born
While he was out cutting pulp
A logging chain whipped
He never walked again
It was an accidental thing
So he drank when they had money
She worked as a serving girl
In the rich folks houses in town
Rosasharn grew up
Cutting pictures out of magazines
Of houses big and clean
Rosasharn run away
With the boy sellin bibles
Crossed the line toward Shreveport
Turned 16
Calls her mother from the payphone
Laundromat in Natchez
It’s not exactly what I dreamed
Palestine, Palestine
Oh Palestine
We’ve got Satan on the run
Shouts the Nazarene
Bridal Chest
There is a workshop
Full of noises
Things are cut
Things are bound
Things are built
Built in secret
The bridal chest
The wedding gown
Bring the maiden
From the cloister
Bring her free
Bring her bound
She will stand
With her ancestors
The bridal chest
The wedding gown
Pay the dowry
In dolls and dishes
That’s the dough
This day of crowns
That’s the dough
It is el dinero
The bridal chest
The wedding gown
Bring the captain
From the lee shore
Leave his ship
To run aground
Leave his crew
To hungry fishes
The bridal chest
The wedding gown
Pay the dowry
In dolls and dishes
That’s the dough
This day of crowns
That’s the dough
It is el dinero
The bridal chest
The wedding gown
Snow
First light city streets are white and pristine
Waiting on the tracks of the early machines
This city is so pretty when the snow falls just at dawn
Hey paper boy how about them Celts
This snow keeps falling think it’s never gonna melt
This city is so pretty
First cup of coffee
A Sunday Globe
A table by the window
Watch the plows in the road
This city is so pretty
From ships in the night good sailors from the sea
Walk the streets at dawn
Down on Beacon Street
This city is so pretty
They are so far from home
Snow is deep
The road is long
Snow is deep
The road is long
So far from home
There is a stranger on the street
He is way out of sorts
He says hey mister I’ve come up short
You got any change
The lord loves a giver I believe
Small change to a stranger
Change on the street
Change to a man
Thought he’d never get beat
There are a thousand ways
A person in the snow gets lost
They are so far from home
Snow is deep
The road is long
Snow is deep
The road is long
So far from home
There is snow upon the ocean
Snow upon the land
Talk about forgiveness
Help me understand
Why I hold on tight
Do not let go
I walk these streets frozen in snow
First light city streets are white pristine
Waiting on the tracks of the dirty machines
First light city streets are white pristine
They are waiting
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A Song to Himself (Juarez)
He wears a blue suede cowboy hat
Got a Juarez women stretched out on his lap
He sings an old song
A song to himself
He sings waiting round to die
One border whorehouse looks just like another
But he first came to this one with his father and his brother
Now nobody cares one way or another
He sings an old song
A song to himself
He sings waiting round to die
There is a plump woman-attending bar
He holds hands with another plump woman named Starr
Lays a twenty on the table by the pigs feet jar
Sings an old song
Song to himself
He sings waiting round to die
A beautiful woman
Wraps around his shoulder
Eyes painted like clay
Except colder
She says “hell of a deal, ain’t it- getting older”
He sings an old song- a song to himself
He sings waiting round to die.
Waiting round to die
Waiting round to die
The thinks “who in the world would write a song like that?”
Then the two plump women start laughing at his hat
So he pulls another twenty out
Just like that
Sings an old song, song to himself
He sings waiting round to die.
Orphan
She used to say she was an orphan
Never was exactly the truth
It’s just her mother got tired,
Tired of her hanging round
So she ended up living in a home for girls
A straight hair kid in a house full of curls
A straight haired kid always hanging around
She’d sing swing low
Sweet chariot
She’s coming for to carry me home
So the first chance she got she said I do
To a tall town boy who said me too
Honorable mention all district quarterback
He said I’ll carry you away
She left him drunk on a stool in a county line bar
Going on about high school
How he was a star
She just got tired, tired of him hanging around
She’d sing swing low
Sweet chariot
She’s coming for to carry me home
She got a job at the dairy queen
Had two baby boys two more diamond rings
The husbands they were brave
But she split that one horse town
Just got tired all the people hanging around
Split that one horse town
Now she lives outside LA
With a broke down baseball player
Played double A
Religious man
Never drinks or swears
She’s tired of all this talk about her
Getting saved
Tired of all the talk about revelation days
She’s tired, tired of him hanging around
She sings swing low
Sweet chariot
She’s coming for to carry me home
Slots
She lives in a trailer on the outskirts of Reno
Plays quarter slots
In the local’s casino
Every round goes higher, higher
She sings soldiers of the cross
A drink in one hand
Coins in the other
They drop in the slot
One after another
Every round goes higher, higher
She sings soldiers of the cross
When was it?
‘48 ‘49?
She was a girl
On the Hill County line
In a church with no screens
She waved a paper fan
She sang soldiers of the cross
She needs lights
She needs action
She needs change for a ten
She needs Camels please
She needs gin
Every round goes higher, higher
Sings Soldiers of the cross
She sings we are climbing Jacob’s ladder
We are climbing Jacob’s ladder
We are climbing Jacob’s ladder
She sings soldiers of the cross
Pretty World
Before the sun
Before the heat
Before we untangle from our sheets
Before this summer day unfurls
Pretty world
Before the paper is dropped at the gate
Before the coffee before we are late
Before dreams are lost like midnight pearls
Pretty world, pretty roses
Pretty smile morning light
Pretty eyes lazy curls
Pretty world
Before the traffic before the jets
Before the sound of your footsteps
Fades away like summer girls
Pretty World
Odessa
He was an Odessa boy with a daddy in the money
Played for Mojo back in the boom
Drove a corvette
Took what he wanted
People learned to give him lots of room
He never learned to work but that never really mattered
Cause the dark crude flowed
The wild oats scattered
Dark crude flowed
He fought he flattered
And he got what he wanted
It was the only thing that mattered
Life was easy
The big jacks pumped
Pulling cash from the Permian field
Cabinets full of high-grade scotch
Garage full of high-speed steel
He never learned to work but that never really mattered
Cause the dark crude flowed
The wild oats scattered
Dark crude flowed
He fought he flattered
And he got what he wanted
It was the only thing that mattered
He killed a girl when he rolled the corvette
Daddy’s money made her lawyers go away
His mother bought vodka with all that cash
She kind of knew
She kind of knew
He never learned to work but that never really mattered
Cause the dark crude flowed
The wild oats scattered
Dark crude flowed
He fought he flattered
And he got what he wanted
It was the only thing that mattered
He’s an old man now
Lives on his dead daddy’s place
Never took a wife
He is going to die without a trace
See he loved the girl who was penned in the Vette
Talks to her everyday
Her face was blood and diamonds
He remembers her that way
He never learned to work but that never really mattered
Cause the dark crude flowed
The wild oats scattered
Sweetly Undone
I watch you at the pool
Slowly undress
Spread your towel on St. Augustine
Lay down and rest
Lay down and rest
Lay down in the sun
Lay down with your top
Sweetly undone
There are cardinals and roses
We’ve had lots of rain
You’ve got a book on Africa
I’ve got Twain
Lay down and rest
Lay down in the sun
Lay down with your top
Sweetly undone
Remember new years eave?
And no it’s not a test
At the top of the stairs
You slowly undressed
You slowly undressed
Oh father oh son
Slowly undress
Sweetly undone
Sweetly undone
One red rose is lovely in the sun
Psychic
So the psychic on the Lower East Side
The Pakistani woman with the pretty green eyes
She said its time to choose
Too late to hide
You’ve got to choose
Choose between lies
Or you can choose truth
But you’ve got to decide which feels better
When it’s next to you
Right by your side
Gotta choose truth
Or you gotta choose lies
It’s been paid for in spades
And drinks at the bar
Paid for in feathers
Feathers and tar
Look out the window broken glass in the yard
You think that’s what happens when you let down your guard
But things just happen things fall apart
And not all of the king’s men have to depart
When things get dicey
There’s an open heart
Not all the king’s men have to depart
It’s not your husband’s move or his hired hand
He uses whips on the horses
He’s that kind of man
You pretend he whispers
So you don’t take a stand
But there are scars on the flanks
They look like fans
The horses are scared
Their eyes roll white
They ever get loose
They get loose some night
They ever get loose
They’ll be gone by light
The horses are scared
Their eyes roll white
The Pakistani women on the lower east side
The psychic with the pretty green eyes
Said it’s time to choose
It’s too late to hide
Boxes
There is a woman who puts things in boxes
Keepsakes mostly of her kids
Snapshots of gap-toothed boys and girls
Pictures and drawings they did
Trophies and ribbons
A old newspaper clip the young bride
A stack of old valentines cards
I love you is written inside
There’s a hat something borrowed
There’s a veil something new
There’s a bible something old
There’s a letter something blue
A letter something blue
Came on a day that turned black
A grateful nation informs you
Your first lieutenant is not coming back
There are valentine cards
There are valentine cards
Some flowers carefully dried
There are valentine cards
Valentine cards
I love you is written inside
There is a woman who puts things in boxes
Keepsakes mostly of her kids
Snapshots of gap-toothed boys and girls
Pictures and drawings they did
Trophies and ribbons
Newspaper clip a young bride
A stack of Old valentine cards
I love you is written inside
Broken Fingers
How long?
How long ago?
16 years
Everyday
Of course I know
Of course I know
Forget his face?
Of course I don’t
Etched like a crystal vase
These broken fingers
Some things don’t heal
I can’t wake up from a dream
When the dream is real
These broken fingers
Forget his eyes?
His silhouette?
Of course I don’t
Of course I don’t forget
There are blue eyes
A silhouette
There is a debt
A debt I don’t forget
How long?
How long ago?
Sixteen years every day of course I know
Days
Women are laughing in the kitchen
Content with the house
Content with the family,
The candles, food, friends
The music
These December days
The shortest of the year
How beautiful they are
Kids are playing in front of the fire
The smell of the kitchen baking bread
Fresh coffee
And for tonight cold Mexican beer
Bottles of red wine
Bottles of white wine
A beautiful table filled with food.
So cold outside but inside…
A celebration
Dinner is ready they say
Come to the table
Come
These days
How beautiful they are
Pretty World Recessional
Pretty eyes
Lazy Curls
Pretty World