I want Heaven On Earth
to be my brand name,
I want to be a full distributor.
Each morning long before dawn,
I rise and creep downstairs,
an alchemist entering his study.
they make the doormen wear
in the lobby of this building
where I live,19 floors up.
On my way to the laundry room just now,
the sky already darkening at 4 pm,
the pale moon had sailed up
alongside the oak with the huge canopy
In Berlin, where the Wall
was like an outcropping of the world's
skeleton that ran right along its surface,
When Mother was a young girl,
what would she have felt
The stars that were over my head this morning
Were there from the First Day,
Those stars I hid crooknecked from in cities,
While travelling my wayward way.
Every piece of clothing
felt soaked with dread as I packed.