Joyce Carol Oates is a Boring Old Biddy

A Broken Record Has A Thousand Answers To Countless

Contradictions

your Condition Is Flooding Through The Streets Again.

now You've Drained Your Thoughts Onto An Empty Page

with Ink As Red As Blood.

some Words Were Never Meant To Be

like I Was Talking To Myself

i Drew A Picture To Remind Me

of What You Look Like When It's Raining

you Use A Lot Of Heavy Words That Never Get You

Anywhere

the Circumbout And Cycling

another Year Has Lived And Died

through Blue Tangled Phone Lines

a Frequency That's Frightening

pretty Lucky Numbers Dialed

to Hear A Stranger's Voice Crying

now You've Drained Your Thoughts Onto An Empty Page

with Ink As Red As Blood

some Words Were Never Meant To Be

feels Like I'm Talking To Myself

figure Eights Grind Your Silver Blades

icy Eyes, Have You Seen The Midnight Sky?

wipe The Sleep From Your Rusting Eyes

fill This Room With Superstitious Smiles

a Chorus Of Our Lives

wipe The Sleep From Your Rusting Eyes

i Want You To See Me For The First Time

you're Blaring And Blaring Jagged Lips

i'm Dying, I'm Dying To Taste Your Icy Eyes

you're Blaring, You're Blaring Jagged Lips

i'm Dying, I'm Dying To Taste Your Icy Eyes

figure Eight, Your Style Is Better Than Your Skate

icy Eyes, Can You See Through My Disguise?

figure Eight, Savor Sour Twist Of Fate

jagged Lips, They're Blaring, You're Blaring Icy Eyes