Nothing Left to Say 

Caught looking 

I confess, yes, I confess, your honor, I confess 

In my heart, in my shoes, I tried so to tow the line, to do my bit 

I read the books, rehearsed my lines, pledged allegiance, confessed my faith 

I did all that I could do, yet here I am, accused 

How could I know I’d be caught looking? 

Oh, happiness; oh, hell! How can you blame me, I’d done so well? 

Not objects, not toys; not presents for little boys 

Like man, like woman, my mantra, my tale; my benediction 

But here I am, red-handed, guilty! 

But I didn’t touch, I didn’t try; just a glance 

One here, one there 

How could I know I’d be caught looking? 

4/27/88 

Neverminding 

Isn’t it a funny thing this love of ours? Freakish and four-cornered 

A sad time of the times, faith-healed and trembling 

And yes, we can always believe love will fall, fall into ruin 

Neverminding who really cares for me and you 

Tomorrow, always tomorrow; always another day 

Still, we wait and we dream of how it should be 

Searching for perfection and grace and storybook lives 

And yes, we can always believe love will fall, fall into ruin 

Neverminding who really cares for me and you 

I’ve waited, waited for so long, hoping for something to change 

I’ve look to you for that change beyond all your dreams 

I can’t give guarantees, only my time 

And yes, we can always believe love will fall, fall into ruin 

Neverminding who really cares for me and you 

4/21/88 

At the Door 

I have a book, it shows your face 

I see my hand upon your cheek 

This love I’ve found it leads me to your door 

Your touch, embrace; kissing Eva on the floor 

You seem to draw me like a child, my hand inside your golden hair 

You say this was his place; still, you smile and pull me down 

This love I’ve found it pins me to your door 

My life, my soul, there with Eva on the floor 

4/13/88 

Gifts 

Sell me seasons of love 

Spring for it, I am open to your words 

Push me further down the line 

Fall for it, I am stocking all your words 

Because, like gifts, I have a special place… 

For you 

9/7/88 

Floating 

I think that life is a Hollywood marque, I base my love on such fabulous things 

I get my fashion from the pages of GQ, my moral fiber from a television screen 

Ain’t this like a sweet dream, vitamins, and ice cream, acting out love scenes 

I often wonder how it keeps getting better 

I often wonder how to break this charm 

If you only believe, it won’t ever go away (Never) 

I look to God as a source of inspiration, I go to church to sooth my soul 

I pray to Jesus, man, take me to heaven; I pray to God, baby, never go away 

Ain’t this like a sweet dream, angels wearing blue jeans 

Floating with the airstream 

I often wonder how it keeps getting better 

I run the risk of never understanding; I take the chance that I’ll never really care 

I look away when someone takes a beating; I like to think it’s him instead of me 

Ain’t this like a sweet dream, vitamins, and ice cream, acting out love scenes 

I often wonder how it keeps getting better 

I often wonder how to sell this charm; it seems so easy 

If you only believe, it won’t ever go away 

11/23/88 

Flashcards 

Hey, hear me snap my fingers in the shade 

Calling all my boys to run my way 

Idea man, the one to spend my change (there behind my guise) 

Tempo, baby, sweet surprise; it’s in the box 

Hey, all these words they dribble from my face 

Protected by the boys that fill this place 

Idea man, he whispers in my brain (you are the one) 

Rhythm, spacing, smile; I am the box 

11/21/88 

Echoes 

I dream of you, sometimes 

In love forever 

In word and deed 

Fossilized in stone 

Where I go, what I see; the world to me, echoes, streams, to you 

Reverence, honor, and faith 

No one is honest, is fair, completely in love forever 

Where I go, what I see; the world to me, echoes, streams, to you 

Echoes, piece, fragments, idea, touches, between us, forever… forever 

Where I go, what I see; the world to me, echoes, streams, to you 

Where I go, what I see; the world to me, echoes, streams, to you 

2/18/91 

Eva 

Summer rain and the heat drive me down 

To Eva, to peace 

Rolling away with the rain to the king of the world 

To the kings, to the boys, to the killing, to the dream 

Eva begs to stay, begs to watch 

Pulls me down to the king of the world 

Make love, make peace with Eva and the freak who feeds you 

Who loves you like the king of the world 

Kissing Eva in the ground 

And the summer rains begin 

8/8/89