The very day when you first heard
Your heart beat
Listens for you still
So I think
it's not so much the painting
As what you give yourself
By what you leave

Your signature...

On Sundays the ladies
Took off their wiry, old hats and
Made donuts in the back of
The church. I can
Smell them cooking in middle of mass

Cakes are prizes at carnivals
Holding hands—that's a gift
Of our landscapes
For the heart is always
That one summer night
you stretch it from face to face
Like chewing gum. You can rig it up
And hear each other thru a tin can
Now it bakes and hardens like an old
Dream under the front porch
Where the air is talcum
Mamma's eyes are blue
And Father took the weird beast
We're walking next to you

That is the picture that I see

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I brought the Weird Beast here
From Van Nuys Blvd.
So I would not be without a man

When the Tartans reign
Flooded the
Empty streets of Paris...
And on one of these
Passing boats I thought
I saw the Weird Beast
Speaking in the
Russian tongue

Will he kill the Czar?
Will he kill the Czar?

Draw the Weird Beast
Everywhere you go.
Death speaks the foreign
Language we don't know.
Make sure they hear him
Breathing

Someday vou'll meet
A stranger
Locations everywhere
You go
All of the science
You've kept in bottles
Because
Someday this dream is
Going to end

I have this Feeling

A Weird Beast
Is going to come our way