Everybody's Talking

Everybody's talking,
city's burning down.
All the dreams are walking, 
getting out of town.
Station house is crowded 
with the lost 
and with the found.
Everybody's talking,
city's burning down

Everybody's talking,
marching in the street.
Some have shoes
and some have boots
and some, they have no feet.
Some ain't paid the heating bill
and now they have no heat.
Everybody's talking,
marching in the street.

Everybody's talking,
no one's paying rent.
Teller lines are squawking
but the money's all been spent.
Churches and the temples 
keep on calling to repent.
Everybody's talking,
no one's paying rent.

Everybody's talking,
Someone has to die.
Bogeyman are stalking 
anyone who meets their eye.
Boys and girls wonder
If they still know how to cry.
Everybody's talking
Someone has to die.

This Love

This love
is a movement 
toward, 
a rushing away, 
a reaching for.
This love
is a motion, 
a slip and a fall,
a missed step 
and a rising,
the silence 
and the call.

Waiting For Angels

Out of the mouths 
of sparrows, 
dead ash.
From the earth,
seeds 
choked with dust.
Under a smoldering sky 
sheltering nothing,
not the stars,
naked and unknowing,
not the sun, 
blind in it's fury,
the dry land burns,
expecting angels 
to weep,
burns with thoughts
of flood, 
burns
and waits.