I would say the hummingbird really deserves the royalties on [some of my songs].

I will not be held like a drunkard / under the cold tap of facts

Shouldering your loneliness like a gun that you will not learn to aim, you stumble into this movie house then you climb, you climb into the frame.

GIFT You tell me that silence is nearer to peace than poems but if for my gift I brought you silence (for I know silence) you would say This is not silence this is another poem and you would hand it back to me

Undertow" "I set out one night When the tide was low There were signs in the sky But I did not know I'd be caught in the grip Of the undertow Ditched on a beach Where the sea hates to go With a child in my arms And a chill in my soul And my heart the shape Of a begging bowl

And this is our time-keeper, with a passion for percussion

Friend, when you speak this carefully I know it is because you don't know what to say.