Archive Series Volume No. 1

This postcard tells you where we've been And dirty dreams of pious men Who wake in fear but sleep again With what they've done With what they've done With all they've done Some prophet died but wrote it down Our serpent bell is on the ground And all

Lovers accustomed to tragedy See every kiss in the window across the street Breezes and blessings passing by I'm in the shade of the dogwood tree Not the one where you told your name to me Two hungry blackbirds land near by If I could be over you whe