I’d like to see Some more of you But only if You think that’s cool If you would want

We made a set But we can’t check Until we get A springy (blank)

The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.

I’ve written things and said some… Wagged my tongue and tripped over… Flapped my gums 'til blue in the f… Never a clue how to win the race Huffed and puffed and circumstance…

Face down in gutter again Seems to be my closest friend Where I land time and again Nothing new except the end

I’m not sure how I’ve come this f… From sinking pit to shooting star. Could it be when I loved my scars… Or when I chose to be this bard? Maybe, it happened, as a lark.

Don’t take the past away from me It made me who I am I like the one I’ve come to be A truthful, loving man

I don’t see much the future I don’t remember past I only know this present A gift, that too, shall pass

Jonathan and Jordan Sitting in a tree M-u-s-s-i-n-g First comes souls Then comes mates

If you’ve ever seen “Natural Born Killers” Then you know a wolf Never changes colors

Give me... A campfire, Smokes, And a bottle of rum; I’ll regale you all night long.

I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love