wherever there is light
jane passes through the crowds
outside the mercury lounge.
she loves the city sounds.
she feels that she's been found.
wherever there is light,
she follows.
the bats are out again,
kids shout in summer rain -
for real, imagined, shame,
for things they cannot name.
she thinks of all their bright
tomorrows.
wherever there is light,
she follows.
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walk in and out of rooms.
fall in and out of love.
death was california
you thought that you’d recovered,
you thought you’d been reborn.
you thought you’d never sell your love so cheaply.
like a joke that fell to silence,
a gesture never made -
death was California,
standing in the shade,
feeling you’d been played.
when nothing else remains,
take your pain and make it beautiful.
the hot September mornings,
the coffee counter smells.
the words that shook your world completely.
when nothing else remains,
take your pain and make it beautiful.
counting
you swallowed your pride,
moved back to the town you knew -
the place where you'd hide,
when it all seemed too much for you.
| when you're up, |
|
| you long to see real faces. |
(counting) |
| when you're down, |
|
| you wish the world would run aground. |
(counting) |
closing the door,
you pull down the dusty blinds.
rubbing your eyes,
you find ways to kill the time.
it's seven-o-clock, then it's quarter to eight,
you'd get out of the house,
but you've left it too late again.
| when you're up, |
|
| you want to hear real voices. |
(counting) |
| when you're down, |
|
| you wish the world would make no sound. |
(counting) |
| when you're up, |
|
| you try to find real love again. |
(counting) |
| when you're down, |
|
| you wish the world could not be found. |
(counting) |
