I have been looking
at your feet when you come in and I
insist that you take off your shoes and socks.
They change with the tempo of your
everyday things and moods, but you
don't notice.
We slugged our way
through the eighties and the nineties
have been more kind to our ears, in terms of music.
Where you left your backpack is a matter of science,
we don't do math here, as you know.
Talking about everyone
else has been an exercise in a lot of things.
In a lot of ways. Joy in is
a slant rhyme away from join if you really press.
Your cigarette can go out in my hand or
an ash tray. Whatever you feel
like sleeping hard is okay. Because it is.
I hold nothing against anyone,
everything against myself,
no one against their odds.
Something like that.
Could you be happy to be in this scratch of time with
me, nothing to lose, and for once nothing lost?
It is a question I do not put to
many any ones. When I can help it.
i am glad I came over, is all.
Someone has to sing to the moon and someone will
have to sing into their pillow and I
am all kinds of star skyed. Love you.
