Part of me Feels lonely Part of us Feels the love Part of you

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

I gave a shit But you didn’t Next time around You’ll be the clown

I cast the blame on you and her That just might be a bit obscured To tell the tale with honest voice I have to acknowledge my choice

I wish that you could see myself The way that I see me Then maybe I might be the one That you would call lovely

Ev’rything about my life Tells me that you’re poison If you’ve ever heard of me You know I don’t listen

There’s one thing I’ve never had in my life And I feel I’d regret Not tasting the spice It’s lean, it’s mean

I like to watch... an ant traverse a grass forest a flower unfurl in moonlight a muskrat reap trifolium a leaf quiver in mid-day breeze

I am a simple, joyful man Without a thing you’d call a plan I bounce around and bump into What I would call my Katmandu

When they say “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” What I hear is “Don’t confuse justice with spite.…

You’re nineteen You can choose who to be Nineteen Maybe fancy and free Nineteen

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

I have an idea Of who I’m s’posed to be And that’s the whole reason I’ve never been happy

Let me make Home for you That rivals Kathmandu Hugs, kisses