I have always been lonely
innate
it is your clinical condemnation
that has made it a crime
I was only truly me
when i was me
truly, with you
when the river rolls by
when the train disappears
the best part of me
always goes along
leaving me
with what little remains
a warm fire
is like a mother's apron
~there lies the danger
if it's cat,
why isn't it citten?
a shrug
is a poor excuse for ignorance
i have a boss who pays me,
a banker to count my money
and a salesman eager to clean my carpet
we vote for sunny smiles
and my wife cooks well
if i say "I love you"
just right
don't kid yourself
we're all prostitutes
words cannot be trusted
unless spoken in hate
no one truly desires to be free
who would we blame
for our misery?
