Shadow on the Stone

the dirty wallpaper spins
Jenny sends letters home to Israel
on motel stationary she writes
"Mom, your baby got married
I hope the wars going well"

in an air-conditioned void
I once was lost now I'm unemployed
singing "God bless this love nest
the thousand chipped wine-stained cups
the abandoned games of chess"

Jenny had a dream last night
she woke up crying but wouldn't say why
she just turned on the light.

I begin to fear we're not going home
and I begin to feel like a shadow on the stone.

from a window in the clouds
I saw only chaos in the motion of the crowd
but said nothing aloud.

cos I love a headcase
a storm of lace with her mothers face.

Jenny had a dream last night
she woke up crying but wouldn't say why
she said "I don't want to fight"