There Is No Gap Between Art And

I Watch The Confusion Of Friends All Numb With Love Moving Like Stray Dogs To The Anthem Of Night Long Conversations Of Pulsing Rhythms And Random Voltage Voices In Spite Of Themselves Graceful As These Raindrops Creeping Spermlike Across The Car Window.

Some People Never See The Light Till It Shines Thru Bullet Holes.

A Number Of Iraqis Told Us They Had Welcomed The U.s. Forces As Liberators Initially But In The Intervening Months, They Had Come To Feel That They Had Swapped One Oppressive Regime For Another. The Iraqis Did Exchange One Oppression For A Lighter Kind, In Some Ways.

Water Of Life Is Gonna Flow Again/changed From The Blood Of Heroes And Knaves/word Mercy's Gonna Have A New Meaning/ When We Are Judged By The Children Of Our Slaves.

All These Years Of Thinking, Ending Up Like This: In Front Of All This Beauty, Understanding Nothing.