when the throat is dry
it goes all the way to the brain
and when it shrinks it disrupts
the skull and the muscles
so i'd rather have my neck
cut off, my head plucked off

but why do i feel like
my guts will come off too?
probably for the better
if it's physically empty
we don't have to worry what to fill it with
(grapes and white bread
doesn't fill as good)

i should probably sleep
in my sleep chopping my hair off
sorry
if all i think about is sharp objects
i don't know, perhaps
i'm just worried
the scars won't fade

(missing)
even the best memories fade
what is this, birthmark?
i want to get my heart done
please, make it stop

Chorus:
I'll bring roses on a rainy day
I'll bring daisies in case I'm late
You bring all stress that I bear in my life
You're a four wheel bike
For a kid in my soul yard

Verse:
I would never wish you
Marry someone like me
I'd never wish to know
Who I'm supposed to be

I've been counting nights and I've been counting days
For how long I can stand
Pledging rightful vow
And make it never end

(But I)
Break it all the time
Same lies all the time
Thin ice, foolish vice
To play
(But the)
Same lies all the time
Break it all the time
Thin ice, foolish vice
To play

Chorus:
(But)
I'll bring roses on a rainy day
I'll bring daisies in case I'm late
You bring all stress that I bear in my life
You're a four wheel bike
For a kid in my soul yard

Outro:
Flowers are calling
Flowers are calling
For us to sleep on the grass

Silence is raising
Roses and daisies
In soul garden of us

9/2/2017

my last september–
in princeton, that is
the late night talks

soon to be replaced
by the real business.
two am

i sit on hard floor!
phillip green and his orchestra
softly in my room's air

watching the door, weaving,
like penelope, my memories–
almost tangible.

i raise a finger follow the light
from the lamp, think:  

god!

someone should write a book about us

they  already have:
the beautiful
and the ******.

9/2/2017

Now johnny hartman
using the same excuse i do:
i just dropped by to say hello

oh but how destructive
a few words could
be!

two and a half at night
god should i be asleep?
should i drive into oblivion?

i'd like to disappear into the mountain
driving, turning into a ravine, melting into the night's rocky tiers

god
id rather be anywhere
but here:

East Maryland, or Narrangansett
you know, whatever it is i  want
i'm not sure this place has it