Pick up my wings and fly into a constable sky Look down on the world and try to make you out On the distant ground Lonely toy in a lost toy town Suspended in spiral sounds, sounds of circular breathing I'm a kite on a silver thread, daring lightning to strike me dead Harsh echoes of things you said banished me to a thinner space With unholy ghosts of your bedroom face Hands cupped to my ears t...

Dear uncle, sold her into Into the purest kind of slavery Hood-eyed little middlemen profited From damaged goods along the way Good angels brought her back To a last Nepal summer Debased and hollow-faced A smile might become her Now, she's cozied up, cozied up And comforted in the warm flush of September Gone before winter, wondering as to might-have-beens Somebody's daughter in sanctuary, wai...

This sparkling wine is all but empty Too late for trains and no taxis I know the feeling, seems all too contrived There was no master plan but the fact is You must stay with me and learn the secret language of birds A tentative dawn about to be breaking On a Rousseau garden with monkeys in hiding And the truth of the matter, yet to be spoken In words on which everything, everything's riding No...