A six hour nap I couldn’t explain Until I once tried This indica strain I took a few puffs

The worst thing we could think abo… Is that our tooth and nail don’t c… That we could bite and scratch and… And not make difference at all I hate to say, that will happen

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

You’ll have to take It slow with me That’s just the way Things have to be I’m sensitive

I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less

I don’t know what, quite, will unf… I only see silver and gold That’s all I need to tightly hold Onto this dream of getting old

I’d like to find someone That celebrates my self Except this life’s taught me You can’t trust no one else They see your loving charms

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

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

Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today

You showed me the switch And all that comes with it Karma’s a bitch

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

Martins are a special breed Set apart from rest, indeed Took me in when was in need Of a home and love extreme

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

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