Every Mornin when i wake up
i experience an exquisite joy
the joy of being Christian Moon
and i ask myself in rapture
"hmm what wonderful things is this Christian Moon going to accomplish today?"
The Letter:
Did you really leave me again?
After all the seasons I spent waiting
watching out the window,
listening at the door,
waiting for the news of your return?
for the news that you realized that...
...someone important was waiting for you.
(takes a deep breath)
A whole lifetime I've been waiting.
I can't believe you're not coming back.
I can't believe I'm supposed to stop waiting.
I can't believe you left me again...
I am a birthday cake that you:
light up
blow out
cut apart
thorn into pieces
devour
and forget
...and im just like a holiday because i make everyone else cry
Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid
