I’ve just heard some rumor
Don’t worry, Don’t refuse to work
Take ten minutes,
Taste the free
Coffee and Turkish meat of political rebels.
I’ll have a plastic bag, I’m walking
To tundra – Off shelves of Luna to snickers by Tosi toast
Into the Pacific – My eyes are always crying.
Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore?
To listen to the lark ascending, the darkness of the sun.
Babies cry next to empty shopping carts, inviolate –
In the middle of the road,
The noon of night,
The joy of love.
Braid your hair my daughter,
Unknown girl, unborn divinity.
Your mark’d defiance under trains
Covered in Flipino mud
Where you may dig for diamonds,
The eyes of an ancient woman
Papa, will choose a bouquet of flowers –
For the old Dodgers fan pulling himself across the square,
Dancing with Love
We’re busy all day tomorrow,
Watch my cup of water tremble.