Sorry, Momma,
I am not coming home tonight.
Not to my wife,
Not to my kids,
Not to the love of life that I hid
In my bedside drawer.

Sorry, Momma,
I am not coming home tonight.
Not to the sun,
Not to the moon,
Not to birds calling morning so soon.

Sorry, Momma,
I am not coming home tonight.
I was shot,
In the spot,
Where the sun meets the ground.
I was homeward bound.
But I am not returning to you,
Momma.
I am not returning home-
anymore.

Our goal
was to end up together.

I guess the mountain
proved too high for us.

He liked pringles.
So she thought that it would go
Straight to his heart.

I thought it was over.
But with a big heave,
My internal sailors pull at the intestinal sail
Trying to right the ship.
Gravity becomes stronger
Down down down
I'm over over over.

                         Make it stop.

Then I would be the devil
You created.
When you taste me,
I remind you of home.

sweet
but mostly sour
i let my heart become tamarind
to protect myself from you.