A
Boy
Named
River

Kiss it if it moves

I ran and laughed I fell in a pool

bruised my knee and she fell on top of me

checking the stars on her velvet skirt

touching on trouble’s tracks thin -lipped bitter shacks

stolen away from that brimstone beat

going to ground with me

limousinely

The twitting audience is twitting about

and her eyes are hearing me out

We’re dipping down in concert flight

I didn’t want to come to such a dive

We’re falling wild and wounded

soundless down and I

I don’t want to be found do you

Her eyes are hearing me out

The satin singer is mourning into the mike

they must be drowned by now

be drowned by now be drowned by now

who-ordered-pink-champagne

is going down with the guy from middletown

Baby I won’t turn you in

Look at me I’m your trembling twin

Someone here must make a stand

Coward take my cowards hand

It is too late too late too late too late too late

too late to mourn lady you’re born we are

truer than trapped truer than trapped

collapse is close as close as breath it is

too late too late too late too late too late

too late to mourn stop laughing at me

Life’s a silver dish cinderella wish

Sorrow you bitch always you itch

Too late too late too late too late too late

too late too late too late too late too late

too late too late too late too late too late too late

Always you itch always you itch

You want to pull us back from those nobody-times

Into the look-at-me-headlines the look-at-me-headlines

Another season of our discontent

Ladies gentlemen we’re going down

Her eyes are hearing me out

we’re going down

and we don’t want to be found

by you