Looking down
At my tired-old journal
And thinking to myself
*that's me on those pages

Skip the preamble
Introduce me
meditate
meditate
Revelation.

I felt eternal summer there
And ran my fingers through your hair;
And though I can't recall what for
I'd hang my camera on the door.

I locked my books with bits of string,
In a land where telephones do not ring,
And opened my windows up to hear
The babbling of students and tourists near.

I remember buying a pencil, light blue,
And drawing a picture, to give to you,
Which remains in my wallet, and when I see it I laugh
Because I drew it on the back of an old photograph.

I regret never dipping my toe in that stream,
And taking my tea without sugar or cream;
But I wish I did not uproot grass by the bunch,
And maybe then I wouldn't miss it so much.

Thank you
For making
Once in a lifetime
Happen every day

Freedom is merely the unseen
a bag of chips
and a tank of gasoline
locking myself in the dining room
and writing a letter to the queen
getting clean
from a psychotropic TV screen
putting on airs
and running against the wind
spinning 'til my face turns green
men who need roses and time machines
and peeling the rind off a tangerine

I want you
To like me for me
More than for the parts
You see

You sit in busy subway cars
and start tabs at the ****** bars
in search of girls with wider hips
to trace in the air with your fingertips

You look for love in silhouettes
but find it in your cigarettes
and when you think your love life's back on track
you're reaching for another pack

Your denim sofa is a shrine
for sequins and for cheap red wine
which stains the fabric every night
but won't clean off, try as you might

You stroll down backstreets and alleys on end
hoping you will find a friend
in a girl who sells herself to you
because you know she needs friendship too