Meeting you
well that was the best
hangover I ever had
took me two bottles of scotch
and nicoteen  for breakfast
just to forget you.

I am
the diamonds
that you see in your head
do you know those diamonds sing to me
and that i hear, within my head,     please feel free to sing alone
not that you will
for you are strong
the one and only you
but feel'in blue
face long    and I ask!

What princess
the princess of mine
and you give me that look
that means back off

but i don't
tell me
princess

WHAT?

at that your skin turned grey
then after time you did anser  
leave me alone for I feel cold.

some say we should keep personal remorse from the
poem,
stay abstract, and there is some reason in this,
but jezus;
twelve poems gone and I don't keep carbons and you have
my
paintings too, my best ones; its stifling:
are you trying to crush me out like the rest of them?
why didn't you take my money? they usually do
from the sleeping drunken pants sick in the corner.
next time take my left arm or a fifty
but not my poems:
I'm not Shakespeare
but sometime simply
there won't be any more, abstract or otherwise;
there'll always be mony and ****** and drunkards
down to the last bomb,
but as God said,
crossing his legs,
I see where I have made plenty of poets
but not so very much
poetry.

Tonight i feel like one of millions
hear the sound of my life
can you dance to night
all of us waiting for the rain
to wash away the dust of our lives
and make us again feel
then we can get love
and begin to feel again
Yes!
tonight i feel like one of millions.