i plead my apologies
to jesus hoping
god will save me
from the
wolves
-the lamb i once was-
aren't i the predator now?
how will i repent
when a train ticket
destined for hell
has my fate stamped
across it?

This is not goodbye
Dry your lovely brown eyes
That I find mine
So often locked in a stare
Though I'm aware
Of the dangers that lie ahead
Rest peacefully in your bed
Knowing somewhere out there in an ocean vast and blue
I'm riding out the storms, coming home to you
A love that's true
Know that even as the world around me burns
This is not goodbye, I will brave the fires and to you I will return...

Let's be honest
You don't really like me
   Do you?
     I'm just a **** buddy
      Aren't I?

Let's be honest
I don't really like you
  Do I?
   You're just my **** buddy
     Aren't you?

Lets be honest
I know my feelings
  I fell for you hard
   But let's be honest
     How do you feel about me?

What is it
that lives behind your ribs?
it beats all night long
keeping rhythm with songs
which have never been sung
keeping me up at night
wondering if at times
we find synchronization
in the pulse of our passion
because nothing is more poetic
than that moment
when I realize
that what's behind your ribs
and what's behind mine
are one in the same

Look at you
you little ***** bird
hopping on nimble legs
between the outside tables
of that coffee shop
that I like to write in
you dart this way
and that
with a fluid grace
which reminds me
of the body of a beautiful woman
you little ***** bird
picking up crumbs of bagel
from the cracks in the ***** pavement
taking cigarette butts
back to your nest
where ever that is
Monroe park maybe?
oh ***** little bird
I admire you
for being able to possess
such a natural beauty
in the midst of this city

I could stay with you
I could give myself to you
put my tender frame
in the palm of your hand
like a newly hatched bird
you are the only one
I could ever be vulnerable to
yeah
I could stay with you
but It would **** me
far too footloose
the curse of a nomad
with no where else to go
and it's not you
I hate myself for not
being able to commit
but I think I have a responsibility phobia
or a fear of letting you down
I don't know
and try as I might
I can't change
and I'm not sure I want to
we live in different worlds
and I don't know when I'll be back
so I'm going to leave you
and it won't be the last time
and if you were smart
you'd throw me to the curb
for good
and you are smart
but love is blind
all I have to give you
are moments
which I will always cherish
and bittersweet memories
to wash away
the pain of the day
I hate to leave
but trust me
I don't have a choice

what if the story
of how Jesus
turned all that
water into wine
was actually incorrect?
What if Jesus
could drink wine
like it was water?
what if Jesus was
a total tank?
a typical wino?
the wine would explain
all the talk about love
and it would explain
all of his miracles
talking to voices in the sky
walking on water
sure you did Jesus

What if Jesus only
flipped the gambling tables
in the church
after he was already way down?
What if Jesus was a sore loser?
It would explain the coming back
after he was already executed
What if Jesus was just like all of us?
It would explain
the what would Jesus do
wrist bands