Leave Me Lonely.
Here I go again, waiting for you to come find meHere I go again, always some little thing to remind me. I don’t even know if you’re living in the
In the Water.
It’s cold down here, but I am used to the chill,And the fish are more friendly now than when at first I fell,And the weeds are quicker to dance than
Illinois is Overflowing.
I’m so tired of water.Three inches of rain in the passenger side.The intestines of cassette tapesare shining at the curb,begging just one more play,begging just one more ride,but I just
HARM.
you know I’ll Live to be 19 foreverthe careless harmless flirtingfretting for an uncaring world19 I may be too youngbut then again I’ve always been too young you say I’ve
Hands.
These are my handsI have scarred themall on my own.and I I have seen them fighting battlesout on their own I try to mind them I am firm but kindthey
Growing Home.
Michaelangelo is painting ceilings stillhis back not to a platform, gravity has not the willto bring he and his colors downgreen, green high above the ground. Mother gave you a
Good Heart.
“(VERSE 1) o, a man who won’t have me has the last of my loveAnd the bud bloomed once now a Monumentand the heart beats blood yeahthe heart beats bloodlike
Glom of Nit.
Out of SavannahUp through the CarolinasThe rhythm of the pinesReminding me the finest things are movingThe finest things are movingQuick In & out of RichmondStrings & things & fingers fastUnload
This Gift.
I wrote this upon my brother’s bedon a sunbeam that used to be minedust motes make it so solidit’s just colour passing timesunlight discolours these photographsit’s what it doestaxforms they