Three Windows

Three windows, oval room
Glass doorknobs lit by the moon
About midnight I sat here alone
Heard the nighttime sigh a nocturnal moan

Can’t stay asleep, glass of orange juice
The radiator tinks, so I hum, too
The countryside illuminated
In the dead of night I can hear the Earth thinking, like

Three windows, yeah, oval room
Glass doorknobs like little moons
Glass half full of fresh orange juice
Through a glass window, the world I view

Peaceful trees, still, white gravel road
Winter breeze trickles under the window
Endless fields, let me sit here and listen
A train whistles in the distance like

Three windows, yeah, oval room
Glass doorknobs like little moons
Glass half full of fresh orange juice
Through a glass window, the world I view

When I’m old I’ll remember the sound
I’ll remember the feeling of being up and alone

My Eyes for You

How will I hide my eyes for you
Down the hall the kettle squeals
Golden silk sheets in a golden room
My golden hour eyes for you

4 o’clock coffee and a cigarette 
Where 59th Street turns into a bridge
Have we still plans to meet at the Frick?
If so, I’ll keel my self out of bed

Cotton candy lie under a cotton candy sky
And as you fuss with the key to your room
And graduate to street from the stoop
I will walk up Park Avenue, wondering
How I’ll hide my eyes for you

The glow of a stoplight from green to red
On your face at 3AM
Spinning threads of gold laying on my bed
With your legs bent off the edge

How will you hide those eyes for me
When the walls are listening
We will be standing on a vacuumed tier
Under the luster of an old chandelier 

Cotton candy lie under a cotton candy sky
And as you fuss with the key to your room
And graduate to street from the stoop
I will walk up Park Avenue, wondering
How I’ll hide my eyes for you

The Wayland

If I knew what to say I’d say it
The tip of my tongue is a wasteland
If I knew I could stand I’d get up
Face down on a Tibetan rug
It smells like tequila

One ear to the floor like Beethoven
His voice echos up through carpet
It sounds like cold espolon white
Coating his lips, I kept them airtight
Under the moonlight sonata

After inhaling the first movement 
Four times each with different movements
Last night is still dissolving 
Like a lazy, voluptuous smoke ring
I feel like a queen

Of Bridges and Benches

I got two hands of paper
When I reach for a prize they just collapse 
I have tried to 'maché them together
But it only buys me seconds til the next relapse

It’s the time of the year the night falls faster
And I’ve made a bed out of this park bench
I am soaked in the sunlight’s laughter
As it sets fire to the Brooklyn Bridge

Dreamer, you have held 
your own name at ransom 
For visions that have kissed your brow
But the only toll you owe
Is the guts it takes to know yourself

I got a golden face, an 
Iron body and two feet of clay
So it goes that’s the sober truth of 
What it means to have what it takes

It’s the time of the night the water rises
And I’ve made a home in the New York bay
I am drenched in a cherry sky as
The horizon outbursts into flames

Dreamer, you have held 
your own name at ransom 
For visions that have kissed your brow
But the only toll you owe
Is the guts it takes to know you’re

      Standing at the door, 
counting knocks, noting clocks
No one seems to hear your plea
And the moon that’s left to rise
Is the time it takes to realize
You’ve got the key

Blue House

Charlie, do you recall the afternoon
sound of the spring rain from our bedroom
Charlie, looking back it really seems 
That was the sound of our dreams
dancing on the roof of our 

Blue house at 115 Holmes, you said 
“I will plant trees in the yard to grow old with you,
Judy, we’ll buy a two story house and we’ll paint it blue”

Nightly, wine beside the baby grand
Nocturnes and minuets to fill up the air in here 
Charlie, before the morning’s had a chance 
to spring from the dawn you still 
cover me like dew on the lawn of our

Blue house at 115 Holmes, you said 
“I will plant trees in the yard to grow old with you,
Judy, we’ll buy a two story house and we’ll paint it blue”

Tethered to the Stars

You can find me tethered to the stars
Swinging back and forth
Like a pendulum 

Drafted by the ethereal vanguard
But I’m also down the hall
In the grandfather clock

You can find me where streets meet avenues
Where forms diamonds of dew
On a web

Weave your way to a sweeping ocean view 
Let the water chew
Your darkness away

You seem to be tethered to the carpeted seats
On the crosstown bus 
As you always miss your stop

Greeted by a grimace from the ever-snarling wind
It whips your clothes to your skin
As if your brooding weren’t enough

And later
You can find me where your lips lock with his
As if you both had previously been
Painted by Vermeer

And tomorrow you’ll still be tethered to that kiss 
So, wander down the hall
Give the key a twist
Hear the tick tock
And find me

January

If I had it ever so slightly my way 
I might always be inches from sleeping
Seems when I start to dream 
It takes a cavalry just to wake me

And if the sky would just keep to a shade
That had as much as I have to say it’d be
Tangerine fighting the fade
Back to navy

No, I did not say it to hear it back
Yes, I still meant it when I let the door slam
I can’t stake a claim — there’s no ground left to stand
There’s just songs without stages 
And clouds that gather but never rain

If I had it ever so slightly my way
I might change my name to January cause
Tell me, what other word has as much of a way
To live out it’s fury

No, I did not say it to hear it back
Yes, I still meant it when I let the door slam
I can’t stake a claim — there’s no ground left to stand
There’s just songs without stages 
And clouds that gather but never rain

All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Couldn’t put me back together again
So I put a thread in my own steady hand
And sat there and started sewing 

No, I did not say it to hear it back
Yes, I still meant it when I let the door slam
I can’t stake a claim — there’s no ground left to stand
There’s just songs without stages 
And clouds that gather 
But keep themselves from raining