Oh love, they sealed you underground
then wailed beside me all the day...

Centered, hidden in front of bushes, behind a...
and over a slat Carmen peers at an unseen man...

You have the world before you
with the rich golden haze of fortune...

"I live on the edge;
buy bread and don't even check...

Used to be the burning questions
were about the meaning of life...

When the world conspires
that you succeed with only...

I lay here next to you
with death between us...

Fortune is god's way of teasing us
giving the illusion of happiness...

Stumps from drought
scar the park...

Never let a day
go by without at least once...

Trees that dot the landscape
prove that men may die alone...

Still I seek resurrection
from mold of Christmas...