The Hanging Man
Lucy leaves Jeffrey, he moves to San Francisco
There is a scream
There is a light
There is a shining opal sky
There is a breath
There is a sigh
May, June, July
There is breast milk
Silk nightgown
And cows
Rhyming airplanes
naming names
There is the wind
There is the beach
Stutterings of speech
There is the sheep
There is the snake
Fishing on the lake
There is the Yes Ma'am
Please forgive me
I'm late
OK, the hard part:
You are an avalanche
of need and things
are either in or out of reach.
There is the moon
There is the sun
There is the cock
There is the cunt
There is the school
There is the creek
Walking on the leaves
There are the books
There are the grades
Measures and the weights
There are the lips
There is the tongue
Is there grace from above?
Sometimes
There is a time
For setting out
There is the van
There is a road
Another coast
Goodbye Ma!
Goodbye home!
There is the new town
Sundown
Falling leaves
Your window
Looks down on
The street
There is the snow
Radio
Alone at the desk
There is the job
There is the rent
Signing of the checks
When you are unknown
You fear you may
Just disappear
A wayward satellite
Drifting further every night
OK, the hard part:
You need a reason to live
A way of connecting the days-
There is a scream
There is a light
There is a shining opal sky
There is a breath
There is a sigh
May, June, July
There is the wind
There is the beach
Stutterings of speech
There is the sheep
There is the snake
Fishing on the lake...
El Hombre Colgado
Lucy deja a Jeffrey, él se muda a San Francisco
Hay un grito
Hay una luz
Hay un cielo de ópalo brillante
Hay un aliento
Hay un suspiro
Mayo, junio, julio
Hay leche materna
Camisón de seda
Y vacas
Aviones rimando
nombrando nombres
Hay viento
Hay playa
Tartamudeos de palabras
Hay ovejas
Hay serpientes
Pescando en el lago
Hay un Sí, señora
Por favor, perdóname
Llego tarde
OK, la parte difícil:
Eres una avalancha
de necesidad y las cosas
están dentro o fuera de alcance.
Hay luna
Hay sol
Hay gallo
Hay vagina
Hay escuela
Hay arroyo
Caminando sobre las hojas
Hay libros
Hay calificaciones
Medidas y pesos
Hay labios
Hay lengua
¿Hay gracia desde arriba?
A veces
Hay un momento
Para partir
Hay una camioneta
Hay un camino
Otra costa
¡Adiós, mamá!
¡Adiós hogar!
Hay la nueva ciudad
Atardecer
Hojas cayendo
Tu ventana
Da a la
Calle
Hay nieve
Radio
Solo en el escritorio
Hay trabajo
Hay alquiler
Firmando los cheques
Cuando eres desconocido
Temes que
Simplemente desaparezcas
Un satélite errante
Alejándose más cada noche
OK, la parte difícil:
Necesitas una razón para vivir
Una forma de conectar los días-
Hay un grito
Hay una luz
Hay un cielo de ópalo brillante
Hay un aliento
Hay un suspiro
Mayo, junio, julio
Hay viento
Hay playa
Tartamudeos de palabras
Hay ovejas
Hay serpientes
Pescando en el lago...