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
No More
On The Beach
Now I Know
Depression
Dance For You
Lose Your Love
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie
Gun Has No Trigger
Overlord
Overlord
What I See
Useful Chamber
Fluorescent Half Dome
Impregnable Question
Break Thru
Depression
Now I Know
Police Story
Ponds and Puddles