• To Be Alone With You
  • Chicago
  • Casimir Pulaski Day
  • Jacksonville
  • John Wayne Gacy, Jr.
  • The Dress Looks Nice on You
  • Concerning the UFO Sighting Near Highland, Illinois
  • The Man of Metropolis Steals Our Hearts
  • For the Widows in Paradise, for the Fatherless in Ypsilanti
  • The Seer's Tower
  • A Short Reprise for Mary Todd, Who Went Insane, But for Very Good Reasons
  • Prairie Fire That Wanders About
  • All the Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands
  • Niagara Falls
  • The Predatory Wasp of the Palisades Is Out to Get Us!
  • Futile Devices
  • Henney Buggy Band
  • Should Have Known Better
  • Decatur, or, Round of Applause for Your Stepmother!
  • Abraham
  • Let's Hear That String Part Again, Because I Don't Think They Heard It All the Way Out in Bushnell
  • Holland
  • Come on! Feel the Illinoise!
  • A Good Man Is Hard to Find
  • Out of Egypt, Into the Great Laugh of Mankind, and I Shake the Dirt From My Sandals as I Run
  • Romulus
  • In the Devil's Territory
  • Size Too Small
  • Seven Swans
  • They Are Night Zombies!! They Are Neighbors!! They Have Come Back From the Dead!! Ahhhh!
  • We Won't Need Legs to Stand
  • Sister
  • Riffs and Variations on a Single Note for Jelly Roll, Earl Hines, Louis Armstrong, Baby Dodds, and the King of Swing, to Name a Few
  • The Only Thing
  • He Woke Me Up Again
  • I Walked
  • Flint (For the Unemployed and Underpaid)
  • No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross
  • Too Much
  • The Transfiguration
  • The Upper Peninsula
  • Death with Dignity
  • Vesuvius
  • Tahquamenon Falls
  • Say Yes! to M!ch!gan!
  • All of Me Wants All of You
  • To the Workers of the Rock River Valley Region, I Have an Idea Concerning Your Predicament
  • The Tallest Man, the Broadest Shoulders
  • Alanson, Crooked River
  • Redford (For Yia-Yia & Pappou)

His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's T-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things
Rotting fast in their sleep of the dead
Twenty-seven people, even more
They were boys with their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God

Are you one of them?

He dressed up like a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all
He'd kill ten thousand people
With a sleight of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He took of all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet kiss
On the mouth

And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I have hid
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