Specters move like pilot flames
Their widow’s toast
It's Saint-Angel
Better
I can say that I've lived here
In honor and danger
But
So suddenly
The madness came
With its whiskered wolven ether pangs
He locked
Driving home I see those flooded fields
How can people not
The most tender place in my heart
Is for strangers
I know
Old John the baptist, old John divine
Leather harness round
You’re gone
The trees are so quiet
When your hand was in
Everything’s so easy for Pauline
Everything’s so easy for Pauline
Anci
Maybe sparrow you should wait
The hawks alight ‘til morning
You'll never
My true love drowned
In a dirty old pan of oil
That
Now that we've met
We can only laugh at these regrets
Common
Here I am in traffic's slow flow
(Where the needle touched