Lake Tahoe

Fog on the lake,
frost in the pines,
bad luck at the all-night casinos.

A duck quacks!

Autumn.

Sky-box

I live in a box in the
sky over Tokyo

and Americans always ask me
why I live in a box and how much
rent do I pay?

Why not live over St. Tropez or St. Moritz?

Somewhere a man can buy a goddamned Twinkie!

Zone

You'll know if this
war was all about commodities,
when they ship you home in a box!

Now shut the fuck up!

Forties

We sat down in the middle of
somebody's moving day and listened to a
pile of old cds from the Cure and Oasis and so on,
and that was probably the last or the
next to the last or the next to the next to
the next to the last time we ever asked ourselves,
who are we and where are we going?

War

Last Laugh

Hollywood

If you live in the sky,
you may be blue!
You may be blank!

You may fade into thunder or
fade to pink!

Someone may trade you for a pie!

You may spin like a windmill or
stick like fixed stars!

Who are you?
Who are you?
Who are you?

Who are you in the bars?
Who are you on the twilight boulevards?