What did my lover say when she was driving with you? I could not see her face from my new bed. I don't think I should be sorry for things I do in dreams
My baby woke from an awful dream of rotten tropics b the sea Just up from her father's place Cutting through some empty space Where trash would turn
You lived in a place long, long ago Where nothing moved and time went slow And someone sang about a Golden Age In Cenetaph Park, drinking in the dark
Cave-o-sapien - you were made for breaking of my back. As I carried you past quiet houses, kicking through the roses in the yard, I spied the wildflower