we
hardly even knew each other
and
that was the glue
stuck us together
kept us
on the ground
while
the peaches are in season
the
trees just in reach
there’s
little left to do
but teach
i won’t
let anyone hurt the pearl
the
laudanum
the mild form of the wild world
none of
us
and
none of this
will make amends
let’s
not be friends
let’s not be trite
did you
hear the truth song
the one
by the giant
ninety three
the
more fool i
it’s an
estimate
of what it’ll be
what
you’ll see
in the
land of cotton
where
old times are
all but forgotten
palm
trees and sunshine
the
basis of every story
from
the gulf
but smaller seven
left to
fend for himself
the
aristocrat
the girl
it’s
easy to tell the stories
if you
don’t let the truth
get in
the way
make it
a blue dress
make it
so there’s
no need
to confess
so
there’s nothing to regret
on the shore
in
eighty four
at seventeen
said i
didn’t love
because
it didn’t love
in the art class
elaine
floyd
said
what
said
how
she was
a hippie then
but
she’s
a hypocrite
now
