f.a.- Jean Genet's sunken beauty;

the flask

we left at the quiet hour, the killing floor of the night

when the ghosts come by and wrap our hands in wire

I've filled the flask, I filled it for both of us

let's get drunk and fill up each other's eyes

with salt water

and moonlight

sharp and stinging

like moonlight

I don't know where we make room for all of our lies

let's hide our secrets in a small town on the shoreline

where there's a lover with a heart full of wine

and when it tips it makes a stain on the countryside

they can see it from

the neighborhood

and they talk about it in

the neighborhood

I've known those hillsides and the thrill of their gold

when the wind blows through and god is finally known

it's where the bear hides when his heart is on fire

he burns up the loose brush but he can't catch all the liars

it's where I hide when my head is on fire

the prayers I write when the smoke gets in my eyes

you and I are stealing 

everything

you and I are stealing 

everything

let's hope the town forgives the thieves

let's hope the town forgives the thieves

if you're the callous line, your mother's the farmer's hand

if you're the ocean's smell, your sister is the wind

if I'm the sidewalk, my father is the curb

if I'm the rails, my brother is the yard

forget the front porch, and the ashtray on the rail

forget the fields, we are stronger than the soil

I filled the flask, I filled it for both of us

the body we killed is buried on the hillside

salt water and moonlight

glazed over with moonlight

let's hope the town forgives the thieves

let's hope the town forgives the thieves