::: rabatjoie, December 5, 2005 at 11:54:41 PM CET

Guard my bed while the rain turns the ditches to mirrors by a vase of carnations from central Ohio where the looking machine can't hear us

Deep in the night we dream of positions there's a line for the phone in the hall and in the cold places where Spanish is spoken most wars end in the fall

You never know where your pet will go pet politics pet politics pet politics pet politics

Still wearing last nights' mascara now that her pet was gone for sure she was shivering so hard it looked like there were two of her

I could see through the sleeve of her blouse the plans of her architect lover a tattoo of a boarded-up house and ink door that belonged to another

When the rain hits you it hits you slow stitch after stitch stitch after stitch stitch after stitch stitch after stitch

Adam was not the first man 'though the Bible tells us so There was one created before him, whose name we do not know He also lived in the garden but he had no mouth or eyes One day Adam came to kill him and he died beneath these skies

I find it so amazing how I go where I'm led I go where I'm led I go where I'm led I go where I'm led

I suspect we could be losing now please guard my bed please guard my bed please guard my bed please guard my bed

[ Mein Gott, da war jetzt eine Woche lang ein Tippfehler drin, und ich... erst jetzt... ]