so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
now, I’m no Bukowski but my friends who don’t like poet… except his stuff, tell me they like mine, and I can drink like a drinking machine
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
we are nearly always a world which almost