Sometimes you close your eyes,
Hoping for Nirvana

But then you realize
Kurt Cobain shot himself twice:
Once with ******,
Once with a shotgun.

You figure that if
Buddha can't save you,
Who will?

Some days,
I'll be waiting outside
On the street corners

Carrying nothing but
An umbrella and wearing
Nothing but the toughest,
Driest, warmest clothes
I have.

And only on those days
When I am ready for the
Rain to fall

Does the rising, shrouded sun
In all her yellow-white
Glory decide to come out
And smile.

Me
This ain't you,
this is me.
Me
The one who isn't him.
Me
The one who failed his test because he wasn't you, but
Me
The very person who is in need of a remedy,
For his aching body.
Me
who was been longing to be happy,
who has been wanting to be free
From this pain and agony.
Please,
Somebody help.
Help Me...

i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

She killed herself every night while she slept
So waking up always felt like a miracle
And she was in love with her misery
With a cigarette in her left hand
And her right on the steering wheel
She cried to the rhythm of the windshield wipers
And drove through the rain without a destination
Snapping pictures through the rearview
She organized them from last to first
She likes recalling memories in reverse
She says it's less painful to watch
when you know that in the end
She makes it home again
*Well as long as you make it home again