1. Ich Hatt' Einen Kameraden
2. Save a Chair for Jennifer
3. Here Comes the Cold Narrator
4. Haiku, Interrupted
5. Do I Love You as Much as I Did When You Weren't Sick?
6. Séance Gossip (Gossip Séance)
7. Kill Yourself in Cape May
8. Petals Open, Quickly Close, Cops Say
9. Hymn to the Genius of Idi Amin
10. Relentless and Unrelenting
11. Suicide Bomb
12. Summer Wasn't Made for You and Me
13. The Unconscious is Cold


Ich Hatt' Einen Kameraden
(Lyrics by Ludwig Uhland, 1809)

Ich hatt' einen Kameraden,
Einen bessern findst du nit.
Die Trommel schlug zum Streite,
Er ging an meiner Seite
In gleichem Schritt und Tritt.

Eine Kugel kam geflogen:
Gilt's mir oder gilt es dir?
Ihn hat es weggerissen,
Er liegt vor meinen Füßen
Als wär's ein Stück von mir

Will mir die Hand noch reichen,
Derweil ich eben lad'.
"Kann dir die Hand nicht geben,
Bleib du im ew'gen Leben
Mein guter Kamerad!"

Save a Chair for Jennifer

Save a chair for Jennifer
‘cos I can’t eat alone.
She’s gone for good
as good as it gets: forever.

Her dreams, my dreams
all of them dead
together.

I said I would never leave her.
Well, she can finally call me a liar.
I was well beyond those metal doors
when we consigned her to the fire.

Save a chair for Jennifer
‘cos I can’t eat alone.
Maybe ten years from now
how beautiful it will seem
a sad romantic dream
and no more will I scream.
Eight years of bliss
the hero’s deathbed kiss
postcards from London
sunset on a beach in Oregon…

Here Comes the Cold Narrator

Here comes the cold narrator
who watched you die at 6:45
the night of May 17
like a fish out of water you tried to breathe.
I mean like a fish
quite literally
with the sucking lips and the puffing cheeks.
They tell us you felt no pain.
It was verified in a pamphlet they gave.

Here comes the cold narrator.
Your underwear sits in the drawer where it goes.
They tell me to throw it away
with the coffee grounds and the shattered eggs.
Fabric that touched your sex and your shit
in a bag on the street for the homeless to take?
I’d promise you no fucking way
but when will I see you again?

So went the cold narrator
into your garden to pull out the weeds.
The perennials you planted
were under siege.

None of them survived.

Haiku, Interrupted

I saw the balloon
crash, killing all inside of it.
You were not amused.

           Thanks for the help and the health
           the wealthy, the wise in the well.

           Drink
           fall asleep
           fall asleep.
           Sleep
           fill a drink
           fill my drink…

           This film looks familiar to me.
           James Mason walks into the sea.

I saw the balloon
crash, killing all inside of it.
You were not amused.

Do I Love You as Much as I Did When You Weren't Sick?

Isn’t it funny how a cell in the body
can act with a mind of its own?
When one becomes a million in all
the metaphors melt amid the caterwaul
as god returns the insult:
a lover grieved is a burden relieved
and all the time that I bought
was bought with the wrong currency.

There’s an answer I don’t want to hear
to a question I don’t want to ask
but do I love you as much as I did when you weren’t sick?
The answer I don’t want to hear
to the question I don’t want to ask:
Do I love you as much as I did when you weren’t sick?

I sing on the pedestrian bridge
with an ambulance below on the street.
We do this every night when I leave.
We go “wee-ah, wee-ah, wee-ah, wee-ah, wee-ah”
to a tune in time when two became three.
"Y" is for "you" and "m" is for "me" and
"a" is for "ARA-C"
with a side of splenomegaly.

There’s an answer I don’t want to hear
to a question I don’t want to ask
but do I love you as much as I did when you weren’t sick?
The answer I don’t want to hear
to the question I don’t want to ask:
But do I love you as much as I did when you weren’t sick?

Tomorrow is a rumor, you say
and nobody else says anything
save crestfallen Padre Pio
who says to Doctor Moreau:
"Give me a broken thermometer.
One that reads a bit low…"

Séance Gossip (Gossip Séance)

My mom was attacked
by Irish setters
barking brown pillows
of hatred not feathers.

Someone is getting a divorce
and I’m still wetting the bed
with tears, not urine, silly,
tears for my favorite dead.

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la

Like polio’s evolving pelegia
some wonders never heal.
I used to touch you at night
to make sure that you were real.

Were you?

Kill Yourself in Cape May

Pack up the bullets and the PPK
for a trip to old Cape May.
This cancer's gonna kill you anyway
and don't you wanna see the sea first?

Swim with the gun to that sunken ship.
If the current's fine, no worry.
They built the thing of dumb cement
to keep the Germans out of New Jersey.

Some won't believe that ship is there.
Some won't believe I wrote this
bedside in your chemo bay
as you died way horribly.

You died way horribly.
Yeah, you died way horribly.
I watched and could do nothing
as you died way horribly.

Petals Open, Quickly Close, Cops Say

Young girl, you’ll never understand
these moments as my wife
but something I can’t remember
made me want this all my life.

May the scepter sacralize you times
that number thrice your age
for all your life’s indeed a bloody
hymen-shattered stage.

And you’ve so much life ahead of you
to start before too long.
Take one thing from your time with me:
this thing I did was wrong.

The pistol I put in my mouth
you blacked out but you saw
how the blood and brain it spelled your name
as it splattered against the wall.

"Petals Open, Quickly Close, Cops Say"

Hymn to the Genius of Idi Amin

Hymn to the Genius of Idi Amin!
Hymn to the Genius of Idi Amin!
Hymn to the Genius of Idi Amin!
Hymn to the Genius of Idi Amin!

Night flight into Heathrow
no diplomatic authorization.
On a luncheon with the Queen, she asked,
"What brings you to our nation?"

He said, "Your Highness, I have come here to buy some size 14 shoes."

Hymn to the Genius of Idi Amin!
Hymn to the Genius of Idi Amin!
Hymn to the Genius of Idi Amin!
Hymn to the Genius of Idi Amin!

One of his wives was cheatin’
so he decapitated the bitch.
He had her head sewn on backwards
and her arms and legs switched.

And I love that photograph
of all those white men at his feet
in their Western suits
and on their bended knees to

Idi Amin
Idi Amin
Idi Amin!

The bank of Kampala would be in the red
without the miracle of ancestor worship.
You see, Africans pay anything to get back their dead
making murder en masse well worth it.
And the bodies too bloated to try to sell back
to the families of the nation
float down the river and clog up the damn
shuttin’ down the power station

causin’ a brownout.

Hymn to the Genius of Idi Amin!
Hymn to the Genius of Idi Amin!
Hymn to the Genius of Idi Amin!
Hymn to the Genius…

Relentless and Unrelenting

Well, it's not quite tabula rasa
when the worst of elements remain
relentless and unrelenting
but Fate forgave.

And the sun it shines unfiltered
into the eye of a wounded bird.
He couldn't quite fulfill her.
He got what he deserved.

"Hello, my name is George Sanders.
I write you from the finest house in the Village of the Damned
an obsequy from history
from the day I let it swallow me:

I am leaving you to your worries in this sweet cesspool."

Another proletarian folly
my fallopians hit the fan
my economy collapsing
under the greed of the union man.

In the diary of dairyman
the Heifer's greatest lie:
the one attaching cowardice
to the virtue of suicide.

Suicide Bomb
(lyric by Lisa Sunshine, adapted by D.E.W.)

Baby you kill me
just like a suicide bomb.
Oh yeah, you kill me
just like a suicide bomb.

Politician’s always pointin’ at me
with his big fat thumb.

I woke up this morning
turned on the television news.
Yeah, I woke up this morning
turned on the television news.

Then I jumped right back into bed:
I got the television blues.

What you gonna do
when all the water runs dry?
Say, what you gonna do when
when all the water runs dry?

Slide out of your tradin’ post
leavin’ me here to die.

Summer Wasn't Made for You and Me

Summer wasn’t made for you and me
with its screaming children and the heat’s obscenity
and all the stupid palefaces from town
ridiculously fashionably brown.
Was summer made for them?
Well, yes, maybe
but summer wasn’t made for you and me.

We’ll winter by the Baltic.
Wait and see.

‘Cos summer wasn’t made —
           let’s go and find some shade —
summer wasn’t made
for you and me.

The Unconscious is Cold

The unconscious is cold
declarative, bold
in the name of its own preservation.
The unconscious is cold
free of its hold
while the conscious mind is lost in preparation.

And that’s why
you left my dreams
before you ever left this life.

The unconscious has no time
for goodbye.