ABOVE DAM SQUARE

Above the heroin and the whores, the sex shops
and the Van Goghs, 
we float high atop a Ferris wheel

on brilliant waves of pink, blue and neon orange; 
and breathless 

we hover there, rising, but longing to descend.

TOO LONG IN THE WIND

When I open the book of my failures, 

I know that I have lived too long with my secrets, 

with words that no one else ever hears, 

and I’m left with a longing 

and a kind of emptiness seemingly as big 

and blank as the space between the stars.

BLACK COAT & TAILS

Like a magician, he's up to his old tricks.
Another show, another fix.
His heart's in a box
bound by a thousand and one locks.
His world is whirling and about to tilt.
The knives are in all the way to the hilt.
He'd let them go but he doesn't know how.
If looks could kill, he'd be a ghost by now...

From the shadows, he calls out your name.
Just one shot and you're back in the game.
Your heart's in a box
bound by a thousand and one locks.
Your world is whirling and about to tilt.
The knives are in all the way to the hilt.
You'd let them go but you don't know how.
If looks could kill, you'd be a ghost by now...

True story of an incident near Chateau de Vincennes with the daughter of a Chinese opera star

She hovered around me for hours in the rain
talking about heaven and God 

and apparitions and signs; and after that, 
she took off her wet, black stockings 

in the bathroom of a café and then reappeared
without them as if no one would ever notice.