Doppelganger
Cause he was in the mood of a little confrontation
He just let it all hang loose
He didn't think about the noose
He couldn't take no more abuse,
So he shot down the congregation
You can't talk to a man with a shotgun in his hand
Big Jim the Chief stood for law and order
He called for the guard to come and surround the border
Now fron his bulldog mouth
As he led the posse south
Came the cry "We got to ride to clean up the street
For our wives and our daughters!"
You can't talk to a man when he don't want to und
Katrina's Fair
[ lyrics: Natalie Merchant/music: Robert Buck ]
greta's cedar hope chest
is full of pamphlets
glass shelves of romantic vignettes
a journal laced with sedimentary prose
norma gathers and collects vintage photoplays
hair combs valentines
lillian allows the animals to scratch
leather crack
mail collect in the box coatings peel
agnes veiled cathedral dweller
smiles with benevolent pain
it's katrina's fair tuesday morning
as she with caution unlatches the flat door
she alone cascades to the basement
careful not to spoil her
calico printed pinafore
composite traits mannerists
all others dissipate
margauritte vigilant dwells upon frigid casements
sarah's thoughts in the velocity
accusations always pierce and pass
clara abandons her passions for distastes
miss lenora p. sinclair
early for coffee in the pool
"i'm resituating all your words"
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sylvia keeps beasts in jars labeled
kingdom phylum class order family genus species