I hate myself
and my blandness.
I hate my hair
and my sadness.
I hate my nose
and my bruteness.
I hate my feet
and my bitterness.
I hate my legs
and my desperateness.
I hate my wrists
and my selfconsciousness.

Perfection
Beauty
Happy
Brilliance
Selfless
Excitement

Nothing.

I went all day without caffeine.
Nothing, not a sip.
Neither coffee nor soda.
At almost five in the afternoon
I caved.
Wrapping my hands around the cup,
feeling the warmth deep through,
I inhaled deeply,
took the aroma in,
felt it infuse itself into my being,
and I swear
in that first sip,
I found religion again.

A single cigarette
still sits, the only one left in the box, still
waiting to be held and still waiting to be kissed.

between green
                        mountains
sings the flinger
of

fire    beyond red rivers
of fair perpetual
feet the
sinuous

             riot

the
flashing
bacchant.

partedpetaled
mouth,face
delirious.­   indivisible
grace

           of dancing

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
    I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
    Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
    In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

    Hey, Mr.Tambourine Man, etc.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

    Hey, Mr.Tambourine Man, etc.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,

It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seeing' that he's chasing

    Hey, Mr.Tambourine Man, etc.

If my Valentine you won't be,
I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.