I’m so lame and ashamed,
and so deep in denial
that I
runaway, way, way, way
just to say say say
nothing but nice words today.

She does ballet,
but doesn't pronounce it the french way.
Wears no make-up,
and when the teacher talks she sits right up.

She's a girl to take home,
but in my heart and my home,
she'd be in a burning Rome.

Strangers in buses downtown,
                                      strangers in trains found how,
somewhere.                                     ­         A  smile, a look and
in faces mine,
                        impersonal hooks pulled personal corners                                                      ­                                                                 ­              of my mouth in random directions,          
that were not so mine.
                                                        ­             
                                                               ­But
Neither were you.

Numbers descending, all less but faith
'T is a silly game that we made,
The only winning move is not to play
And if you want to be a hero just follow Plath.

Happiness has been degraded to effort,
and depression to undecision.
In a world coming together,
We're left with ourselves as everyone else
And God, I hope the Chinese are learning.

There is a fish
Waiting to swim
I am a little *****
Faking my way in
Trying to stay where I don’t belong

And you know,
Fish that don’t swim
Will surely end up
Dead and in vain
At the bottom of the food chain.

Since
I’m  allllllllllll
Almost done
Yes I’m almost done

Well
The price is too low
Much lower than I can stoop
But let’s be honest
Let’s
Cut my troubles from the root
I’m walking backwards every step
But my head is till twisted back
Twisted to the front

Save your sympathies,
And cradle your kisses
They need your words,
In light, speak softly.
In light, be cautious,
Don’t forget where you’ve set
Your feet and laid your head.

Little Jesus flower
Your blossoming is late
Wildly take what you need
Not in thought but by deed.

The kid sat next to me
And I watched the words
Crumble from his mouth
Sticking on his shirt and trousers
with the wind blowing south.

Feelings are vibrations
Purring and winding,
Snapping with a scream
And if you listen closely
You can hear that
Indecision is silent, soft
And only different from loneliness
By its fatality.

Tap tap go the slim, brown shoes
And a snazzy hat bobbing on his head
Tap tap, some like to lick a girl’s toes,
And some collect stamps of people long dead

‘T is what it is, but I reckon that
There are too many poems about love
And too few about fish