I sit on the ridge at dusk,
as the light leaves the valley by rising.
Trees, fingers clutch at it,
vaguely sifting the light and dying.
So bleed sarcophagi romantically--
re-bleed with dignifying re-constructive make-up.
No More
On The Beach
No More
Now I Know
Lose Your Love
Dance For You
Up In Hudson
Like Once-Heated Milk
I Get Carried Away
On The Beach
Depression
Impregnable Question
Break Thru
Overlord
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie
Now I Know
Offspring Are Blank
Gun Has No Trigger
Police Story
Police Story