I sold her a bag of dreams
It had a hole at the bottom
She gave me winter and spring
Summer and most of her Autumn
I left her not looking back
Standing there
Clutching tightly
An earful of sorry stories
And a bottle of Bacardi

Dignity and pride
Went to the fields
One day
They found need and poverty
Cross the way
Dignity laid down at once
Pride just up and
Ran away.

Everyone's good
Everybody cares
When they show you the face
Upon which
they want
You to stare
Everyone's nice
Everyone's sweet
Everyone's gentle
Most of all me.

Nobody's bad
No one is evil
Everyone's regal
nobody slobbers
Nobody lusts
No one is greedy
Nobody is needy
Nobody slaughters
Least of all, me.

The moon’s still high In the dawning sky
And the streetlights cut the gloom.
I go for a walk and a mental talk
That sweeps my mind like a broom.

The desert air, to which none can compare
Banishes all thoughts of doom
I walk the street to an eager beat
Like a Bride on the way to her Groom.
ljm

At every forking of the road
I took the one less traveled.
And then I found to my dismay
The reason it was bypassed.
ljm

the night my life changed
i was wearing
a white dress
with blue and red
flowers

and you were wearing
well, actually
it doesn't
matter

the night my life changed
it was dark
and you were drunk
and somehow
it was my fault