if you do not mean
to explain yourself, why say
anything at all?

go with the strangeness
take it head on and turn it
to your advantage

an' if you ain't et
dessert yet, don't, al done broke
out the canned peaches

elections cannot
inconvenience me, they
ratify my will!

i can offer you
whiskey or some water i
just washed my face in

a human being
in his last extremity
is a bag of ****

a pinch of truth must
season every falsehood or
the palate rebels

i'm not the fine man
you take me for... i owe nine
dollars to a *****

You are

the sigh in every moment
the wish in every breath
the dream in every gesture
the hope that stills regret.

You fill my days with visions
my nights with thoughts aflow'r
i find myself whisp'ring plans
and counting down the hours.

...but still, through this, i wonder:
what do You see in me...?
i feel as though Your touch amends
my lack of symmetry.