Cleavage stands in for a pretty face
A nice *** hides a terrible heart
We're so odd, this human race
Our bodies are fraudulent art

Cigarettes are so expensive
Yet, I buy them; I've still got my pride
I want everyone to know
I can afford my own slow suicide

oh the boy in yellow
little fragile fellow
dancing on top of the seats
of an empty music theater

he yearns to twirl on stage
and destroy the bars of his cage
voice so loud of joy today
he sang his heart away.

We chase sunsets
                 not
                   realizing
that they never really fade.


It is us that sets,
             as it moves on.

The winter is slowly killing her
and me
but on the deck by her side
at the low tide
the river at three is a sparkling glass
feeding a belief
there would be no end of us.