I admit my desperation
Writing is reaching out

Despite my religious obsessions
I'm mostly about doubt

I need the Feminine
But struggle so with women

Solitude, such solitude
The end is the beginnin'

Close to suicidal
Why continue on?

But not good for my boys
I once taught at St. John's

Called her crying and crying
Later told her why

I know I must let go
But probably only when I die

Now my veggie burrito
And a blue and silent sky

So hard, so hard, so hard
To truly say goodbye