James

It’s not a love of rain, a bird on the wire, that you rage against, shuffling in the gloom, betrayed by liars you shout at the moon, many come this way, pester you for hire, they ask and ask again, to do what you do, make them sing like choirs, give them all their due, such offerings be saved, go and find a buyer, the house where you live, it sparkles in the dunes, conquers all desires, nothing left is true, such miracles you crave, God loves a tryer, reach to her in flames, she is the fire.