BELLIES HITTING WATER

when i last saw the ark it was sinking
all the animals pushing for spots far from waves
it was the sound of their bodies
and the bellies hitting water
or the grunts and the groaning they'd never be saved

from our boat ast the vessel slipped further
we were huddled and silent wit the moon and the foam
and we could have sat closer
there was no point in talking
it was all a mistake now we carry the load

in the morning the surf brouht the bodies
you were laying tthere sleeping by the window in sun
and i though of you naked
as i touched your gold body
i will love you till worms eat the eyes from my skull

on my beath bed i saw you were crying
i remember escaping the sinking alone
and i pulled up the roots
that had spread though your garden
i will love you til worms eat the eyes from skull

deadly this love can be deadly
so beautifully lovely this dead love can be
and this could have been heaven
or it could have been hell
i will love you til worms eat the eyes from our skull

girl from savannah

yes i could see myself dead with a girl from savannah
life's a horrible thing to ignore
and a beautiful girl doesn't need to
imply such a dying

when the phone rang
she had heard that an edge caught the neighbors
they had been in a kiss for 50 years
now with one of them dead
at the funeral was god and the other

i'm not always sure if the centers are cut by the meanings
but the meanings they changed anyway
and a leaf hits the ground
as the wind kicks it 'round
and it meant something, i forget now.

girl from savannah this page of the map is now wet

sometime in winter i'll drink from a glass of red wine
and remember a girl left in stone
she told me to watch by myself
what she thought were great movies

i did not know what i'd gotten myself into then
but i'm glad that it's done now then sooner
and if i turned around
it was only because i'd forgotten

oh lonely girl, lonely girl
lonely girl do not waiver
your words in the dark are the lights
and the sky could not hold
what you took from the lips of another

oh lonely girl, lonely girl lonely: trust in yourself.
because no man can stay in your womb
and the lights that we chase
like the bugs near your door
can just all be forgotten next morning

yes i can see myself dead with a girl from savannah
who's mothers a stranger to her
who's climbing the stairs
who's avoiding the stares
and who's wishing for winter to come.

girl from savannah this page of the map is now bent