(2012)
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
the very idea that i could be
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
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
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
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