I will be waiting for them in my room when they come to take me like intrusion into a foreighn place a wounded knee will fold into a snowball made of crystal and of the most american pleasures. We were friends, yes for a smooth while a whole pea that is uncrushed ungreen unbroken in betwen the joints of your leg that press down on sheets of ricepaper as you walk Oh, whore of the times You can't come with me. You can't come with me.

When they came to take Jenny she was standing there waiting for them, well prepared. well, nothing else was expected but we made no climbs because i kept waiting for you we tried to make amends in betwen broken cubist canvasses, but i stood there hating you. You can't come with me. hating and waiting and not looking waiting until.. waiting until one day you finally came out, sleeves tightened and you came out vulnerable as though you've always been. In a garden when we drank Schnaps, I finally frowned myself to see you better. there was nothing ahead but Jenny and views of blank blinking alcoholic clearity. and then I frowned, yes finally! frowned, for you, at you, and both of your legs, cracked and bent on the floor that you never let fly anyplace else, but you flew alright. No, you can't fly with me You can't fly with me.

They came for Jenny around midnight when everyone had gone. tissue paper and pizzacrust broken glass on the floor. And Jenny said goodbye without really meaning anything as always staying as a whole we parted until we met again. I will let them take you away next time I will let you walk away next time You can't walk with me. You can't walk with me.

and there was a moment of teenage drama a moment of pretence where i could finally make myself belong, and gather souveniers for my waiting at home. It was time to go home for both of us You never knew me, we delay and delay and finally go home. no. You can't come with me.