don't feel sorry for me.
I am a competent,
satisfied human being.

be sorry for the others
who
fidget
complain

who
constantly
rearrange their
lives
like
furniture.

juggling mates
and
attitudes

their
confusion is
constant

and it will
touch
whoever they
deal with.

beware of them:
one of their
key words is
"love."

and beware those who
only take
instructions from their
God

for they have
failed completely to live their own
lives.

don't feel sorry for me
because I am alone

for even
at the most terrible
moments
humor
is my
companion.

I am a dog walking
backwards

I am a broken
banjo

I am a telephone wire
strung up in
Toledo, Ohio

I am a man
eating a meal
this night
in the month of
September.

put your sympathy
aside.
they say
water held up
Christ:
to come
through
you better be
nearly as
lucky.

We’ve all seen them….
The people with the glazed over eyes
        Stuck halfway in that world
                   And halfway in this
Their clothing still covered in grave dust
         From the skeletons they wrestled with all through the night.

“We have history,” they say
         But now it’s a fairytale
                   And they can’t let go….

Baby, do you really mean the things you say?
Because I can't help to feel this way.
You say you love me,
but I can't feel it.
You say you care,
but when I needed you most you weren't there.
You say you miss me,
but you made no effort to be near.
Why not call me or come knocking at my door?

Why is it you say those things and fill me up with hope.
I wished they were true.
I wished you'd show me if it's real.
I would do those things for you
yet you can never do those things for me no matter how much you say you love me.

That's whats wrong with words.
They're all empty promises.
They're all theories needed to be proven.
Easy to say, difficult to prove.