Ruby Street

While it seems crazy in the spider season not possessed not forsaken perhaps it starts with the ravens To a dream of your old clothes these afternoons that do not, that bring you pain perhaps the boxes will fall only for you Knots in night, trinkets leaning get along, little dreams, get along if it wasn't for the rumours You could be anywhere pushing or lugging and leave, I can't show you exactly into the rain, I haven't had that dream Again, bodies the least of my preparations I ate the song positions as I go a slow coast doesn't differentiate With a stolen leather jacket the air is noisy on the stones light is not always its light The forecast has showered me and will be thankful to walk is to remain confused but now is enough The factories of the road continue feeling foolish to be free left out in the rain and no longer white The house is full of waterfalls falling like this forever back east they've got thunder Is living day...

afternoon grey in afternoon sounding you petals leaves and leaves you what are my clothes worth what free scattering no return falling free epochs are rustling by today sounds are better than all that in floridas and gulfs and when its time is come because of this I am almost a man and washes the leaves into the sea empty glasses syllables you almost understand rat bones, black and white the dissolving skin we are all making works, I hear at our shoulders visited by crows lights light