"i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;

i lift my lids and all is born again.

(i think i made you up inside my head.)

the stars go waltzing out in blue and red,

and arbitrary blackness gallops in:

i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

i dreamed that you bewitched me into bed

and sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.

(i think i made you up inside my head.)

god topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:

exit seraphim and satan's men:

i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

i fancied you'd return the way you said,

but i grow old and i forget your name.

(i think i made you up inside my head.)

i should have loved a thunderbird instead...

There's a fire somewhere down river

Just a thin arm of gray reaching off the river flats

I'd call it a smoke signal if I were the kind of white person who said that kind of shit.

The Lake Street bridge always gives me vertigo The water probably isn't that far away

You can sort of see the expressions of the people on the boats below you

If you dropped a rock onto the sand, it wouldn't make too deep a hole, I guess

I gotta go home now but I'm sitting outside my old home

So, when does "home" emerge from just the place where I put all my stuff

The new house is where I do all my living so I guess the old house is where I'm dead

I've been saying all that so I don't have to say this:

rain finally came + it’s beautifully cool. wonder how long it will last. it was marvelous because it started suddenly and then was alternately terrific and gentle.

i think of you all the time and therefore have little to say that would not embarrass you, for instance my first feeling about the rain was that it was like you.