Hospital chapelWhere the books give the undecidedA new decision to make.The golden ruleIs the same in every religionThey explain on the wallAnd I wond..
HereThe walls are whiteAnd the bedsheets are blueHeavily layered with fat flowersForgotten by tasteThey've hustled me awayFrom tangerine monumentsWith..
I could taste that it had happened thereThough I could not see the ghosts -Their wagons riding upWith sinners in their carts -But I could see the hill..
It feels like a boardwalk in the summerAfter the sun has left you to your eveningAnd given up his dutyTo the street lamps.Or when I went to San Franci..
It's like tasting peaceAs if it could roll over my tongue -Like vanilla pudding.Going to you is like going to that place as a childYou always knew wou..