Core decency is a fair shake Divorce is worse than death True love is vague I’ve been missing I was tricked into love I gave myself a pen name: Incidental findings make their ways known Brevity lost clarity Waist high worry Shoot me before I die of sorrow myself The patience trail unwinds I hear your music though the house is silent Your note is my note It’s not about me Purpose direction It’s possible I don’t mean anything If you give me ten pennies I’ll put them to work for you When I tie my shoes I think of the knots of everyone else’s life It’s a lifelong process trite though it may seem True love is coy The self-absorbed are just that A glimpse down shows the way up Poverty is torture wrought Pain free would be nice Silence makes the woman grow I am immense In a meager moment I write of love I feel warmth coming inadvertently toward you Accept it’s not about you Can’t shan’t won’t I cry every night I did not get serious musical talent Make peace with it Persistence grows Whatever pain I have I booked a short trip It’s not fair DVD: I’m so lonely it’s not my anniversary anymore Don’t face me unless you can face me We’ll be right
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