i still have not stumbled into strength
i have tripped and fallen
and hit my head on it
a few times

but i still have not drank
from the cup of the powerful
pervaded by wasted persuasion and doubt full
security in vacillating hours of uncertainty
turning eyes away from the ******
of crows in the front yard

sore stomach, gutter bored
tired of listening to concerns
about the unimportant things
while winter worms it's way in
to the earth singing suffering
while ice meteors fall from storm clouds
in ohio

i wonder where they come from
and all you really want to know
is what i think about
what you are thinking about
and i wonder if you have ever wondered
what i was thinking about
but i do not make hopeful bets
on boys who live in cities
and do not think
about storm clouds in ohio