you were so in love. that it was all you could talk about. and i think i felt a little left out. you were on cloud 9 all the time. while i was levelling.
it's rock paper scissors as to whether. i will get over you at all. it's hand against hand and both hands are mine. it's standing in a circular line. which is not to say that i'm not also happy.
Tending the garden of noise. When I grow the traffic. And the church bells. And the neighborhood boys. Singing to myself. As the solitude sets in. In tune with the symphony.
She says my ass hurts. When I sit down. She says my feet hurt. From just standing around. I think my body. Is as restless as my mind. And I don't know if I can roll with it.
I could sing you 'round a pole. I could talk you up a tree. But when it comes to what really matters. You are way more clever than me. . I knew I wanted to be challenged.
Rush hour and the day's dawning. The rain came and pushed me under the awning. The puddles grew and threw themselves at me. With every passing car I'm shielding my guitar.
Death. Has been your lover. He has brought you. The edges of your life. And now you are looking over. And all we can say is. It's gonna be all right. And I am looking forward.
I am an all powerful amazon warrior. Not just some sniveling girl. So no matter what I think I need. You know I can't possibly. Have a need in this world.
The butter melts out of habit. The toast isn't even warm. The waitress and the man in the plaid shirt. Play out a scene they've played. So many times before.
Just the thought. Of our bed. Makes me crumble like the plaster. Where you punched the wall beside my head. And I try. To draw the line. But it ends up running down the middle of me.
Just the thought. Of our bed. Makes me crumble like the plaster. Where you punched the wall beside my head. And I try. To draw the line. But it ends up running down the middle of me.
no no no no no no no no no no no no. no more. . it's gonna be sudden. it's gonna be strange. i'm gonna turn on a dime. give you 5 cents change. it's gonna be long.
Search your profile. For a translation. I study the conversation. Like a map. 'cause I know there is strength. In the differences between us. And I know there is comfort.
Pale purple nipples, goose pimpled. She shivers shifts from a walk to a trot. Alone in the city infested with faces. Immune to new friendships. . Interested in places she's never seen.
I was born to two immigrants. Who knew why they were here. They were happy to pay taxes. For the schools and roads. Happy to be here. They took it seriously.
Thirty-three years go by. And not once do you come home. To find a man sitting in your bedroom. That is. A man you don't know. Who came a long way to deliver one very specific message:.
I'll be your biggest fan. I will be your fool. I'll be your exception. To whatever the rule. And I ain't the type to bitch. I ain't the type to cry. I'll sit at your red light and wait.
Millennium theater. Get out there and buy that water and gas. Ramadan, orange alert. Everybody put on your gas mask. First leak it out about the president.
you wandered in. to the forest. followin. that shiny red ball. and by the time. you looked up. you were lost. but that's not all. you confused your journey.