Yesterday, I was working in my yard when I saw a Swinging in the foothills and he was all beat up and I got a closer and his foot was mangled I was woken up earlier by what I was the cat tangled But it was him who got it bad the cat that night Slowly down the hill when he slipped the fence I brought myself up to check him out; he a nook under the air conditioner I pointed him out to Caroline, she crouched down and he was shaking and full of And when she up, I asked, "Baby, why you crying?" She said, "Because he's cute and he's down there and dying"
I went up to my room and I got a call from He was in San Francisco and Godflesh was Caroline drove me halfway where I met Tony And we to the city and we parked out in front of the DNA Justin and us, we had some laughs and we photographs backstage And our guts were protruding and all of them and we just kept and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing Laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and Laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and Laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and and laughing
And when took the stage, Tony and I, we stood there floored Drum machines hammered and blazed For a moment, everybody silent While Justin his guitar; like a church, it got so quiet Just for a minute, and then all soared together Like a car off a cliff, we crashed and burned over and over and again and They hard vicious guttural B-flats [?] like a tough "Hands of Stone" Durán in the seventh round Davey Moore 16, 1983 Godflesh [?] like an early Mark "Gator" Justin at the mic like a hungry grey white He was on fire, giving it he had and killing it that night! Tearing out his and it came to a screeching halt A relentless and beautiful voice, a 70 minute And he bowed down and he set his seven string electric guitar down And screeched to hell and they disappeared and off went the crowd
we had pizza and I came back to my apartment in the city Until 4AM, I watched movies and my ears were And I called Caroline out at the We talked about the concert, about the possum down in the
And the ocean air through my window And the sound of foghorns, and then I woke Godflesh was in LA had an open house that day And I looked out at And Caroline was on her way back Lake Tahoe I got a call from Paolo I'd be off to Switzerland in a or so
Caroline came home that and we had dinner and watched HBO And I'm grateful for her love and for my And to have the possum walk its last walk along the island
I to grow old and to walk my last walk Knowing I, too, gave it everything I got But again it's all and all obstacles I fought For to live another day is much than to not And I'd like to die with in my ears The piano of Maurice Ravel or Godflesh's growls from hell The sound that evokes good memories of being young and to get around And I'd Caroline beside me
That old possum lost the His sad, eyes; what a thing to see on a glowing Easter Sunday But that was loved and he's still thought of Church bells rang day I hearing them in the afternoon just as we left He had to have heard too