in the locomotion station where my cousin is lost
if you are don't have an appointment with life
there is a book by the door. and besure to make one for the lady in black
her hand hurts too dearly to write herself
just sign for her
step up to the line, but not to close
don't break the invisible world in
visible pieces
and delay the city. that doesn't wait. wait
lemme thing of a time of kings
when i spoke not a word and works every hour
of every moment
wait, let em think of a time
of kings and rats running in alleys where theres a place to breath
and bread
like a drunk woman
or man
on a car
in the car. they make me sick
and drunk
but i wasn't would i be?
let me guess
okay if we start early and then stay late and talk of
of of talk of the worlds between
my thighs, between my ears and listen to what i say
little kite is calling now
calling now
calling cow
move the laurie let it out
from under the bus.