- Fall of Saigon
We ate Soda, the embassy cat
Poor Soda's coda
No more da capo, she's decapitated
Running 'round the room, half-baked
The other half is bacon and sizzling in the frying pan
We ate the TV
We ate the armchair
We ate the telephone
- Not Waving
Yes I will go out there
Out there where
I know you can not find me
Hold on to the steel rail
Too long now
I know I must let go
Here I am in the ocean
Not waving but drowning
- Paper Hats
well, what do we expect
paper hats?
or maybe even roses?
the sound of explosions?
oh no, is this any easier?
comfy? climax? ego?
decorations up or down?
the sound of explosions
- Sleep
Sleep,sleep,sleep,go to sleep
sleep go to sleep
you are now in a deep sleep
in store promises
endless possibilities
a life of ease
a life cocooned in a routine of food
- Twilight Furniture
[1978]
Surveying the twilight furniture
Telescope pressed to patched eye
Love is blind, so we are told
Don't pull the wool over our eyes
Shuttered eye, metal eye
Eye and brain, I and brain