concerning confrontations
this is a shy and quiet morning
the sleeping dogs awoke last night
the thunder scares them, stiff eyed
exercise (your exorcisms)
anchor down (raise the sail)
autumn night, 
stay soft and [bad word] morning light
i'll be gone

spectators are tired of watching
they're filing out the big top doors
i'm buried in the smell of circus
those dark clouds are rolling in  [bad word] mouth (kitchen smile)
please summon me softly to sleep

today i've seen a dragon
on the ripped and worn out armrest
stay back the skin is laced with sticks of dynamite
i'll be burning out
like a shooting star
a thousand pretty lights
assail these sinking feelings
i should be on trial
for everything i haven't done
i should be on trial
for everything i haven't done