FIXING YOUR EYES
lock your bible, one a bible
looking for inspector francisco
u leave, yes; youre moving like gold
u live and u never like your face
youre back and im here and u
close like a post-it
this your fast out
your hand is funny
your noisy streets are fixing your eyes
the kitchen is a hand that cant move
dont your dreams heat and move
cranky barn, kids
beautiful kitchen inspector
when san francisco falls
u want your wooden dance
eyes eyes a city like san francisco
flapper post-it
she's a movie
moving in your hand
u look like a chair, a city
san francisco lives
like theres no back
to your chair
the dreams, the house and half a girl
donna kuhn 2005
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