I heard your voice on the radio
Each word transmitting
from your lips
You touch me more than you even know
From my neck to your fingertips

To be under your skin
is where I should have been.
From the start I knew
a little bit of everything
except you.
And to know you
is to know everything.

Bleary eyes and Italian films
I live alone
Or, I may as well.

The man in the movie said
We've got to stop wasting time doing things we don't want to do.

Want, want
"Funny how suicide is do and die"
Is a line I think about a lot.

Railroad bridges don't have guardrails,
Which is dangerous for pedestrians
Or, convenient.

Beautiful things don't ask for attention,
That's why silent flowers boast so much dimension.
Does the sky solicit for your praise
When it brings vital rains?
And for what lauds does the grass ask?
It provides cushion for your ungrateful-
face.
But us humans who destroy these beautiful creations,
We grab for the prizes and tear apart our nations.