man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly

was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that

something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet

the very idea that i could be

of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,

here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i

the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely

may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky

we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…

first fruits hardly a handful, the garden

no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing

my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible