• To Be Alone With You
  • Chicago
  • Casimir Pulaski Day
  • Jacksonville
  • John Wayne Gacy, Jr.
  • Concerning the UFO Sighting Near Highland, Illinois
  • The Dress Looks Nice on You
  • The Man of Metropolis Steals Our Hearts
  • For the Widows in Paradise, for the Fatherless in Ypsilanti
  • A Short Reprise for Mary Todd, Who Went Insane, But for Very Good Reasons
  • The Seer's Tower
  • Should Have Known Better
  • All the Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands
  • Prairie Fire That Wanders About
  • Futile Devices
  • Niagara Falls
  • The Predatory Wasp of the Palisades Is Out to Get Us!
  • The Only Thing
  • Henney Buggy Band
  • Decatur, or, Round of Applause for Your Stepmother!
  • Death with Dignity
  • Let's Hear That String Part Again, Because I Don't Think They Heard It All the Way Out in Bushnell
  • Abraham
  • Holland
  • Out of Egypt, Into the Great Laugh of Mankind, and I Shake the Dirt From My Sandals as I Run
  • Romulus
  • A Good Man Is Hard to Find
  • In the Devil's Territory
  • Come on! Feel the Illinoise!
  • They Are Night Zombies!! They Are Neighbors!! They Have Come Back From the Dead!! Ahhhh!
  • Size Too Small
  • No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross
  • Seven Swans
  • 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
  • Sister
  • We Won't Need Legs to Stand
  • Flint (For the Unemployed and Underpaid)
  • All of Me Wants All of You
  • I Walked
  • He Woke Me Up Again
  • Fourth of July
  • Too Much
  • The Transfiguration
  • The Upper Peninsula
  • Vesuvius
  • Tahquamenon Falls
  • Drawn to the Blood
  • The Black Hawk War, or, How to Demolish an Entire Civilization and Still Feel Good About Yourself in the Morning, or, We Apologize for the Inconvenience But You're Going to Have to Leave Now, or...
  • Say Yes! to M!ch!gan!
  • Eugene

His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's t-shirts
When the swing set 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 off 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