Watching the cat sleep on my pillows
Afraid to get close
Rapper standing on the corner
Wrappers flying in the wind
Waitress up
From the drip, drip, drip of the teardrops
To the chink,
Soy un gringo
Americano
Del pais brutal y frio
Nada de esa mierda
Es
A little girl trapped in her knowledge and craft
Came tripping
She sat on the pavement
As I pulled in the drive
Wearing
Alone with the phone again
The deepening light seeps in my
Her skin is copper and her voice is spanish red
Her
I saw her in a dream but it wasn't true
Through
I want to fuck her on the floor
Among my books
It was in the winter of my fiftieth year
When it
When you move in right up close to me
That's when
She's gone, I froze her out
Move by move first I