Twenty Seven Kisses 10/12/94

as the sun brings down my curtain
as it sets as it sets
all my silences are certain
all my noises echoes yet
and the scraping of the dirt's not for a road
and my clothes are always such a heavy load
but I'm ashamed to bear my skin

it draws a noose around the sun
does the moon does the moon
and every night I strangle
in my room in my room
and in my dreams I dream that I'm not dreaming
and in waking hours wait for dreamless dreams
and sometimes get my wish

it's all of us
who count up kisses
all of us who all recall
that each day is a death
through which some light
or dark might fall
I've got twenty seven kisses
or should I count them all?