Recap

In the dream I had about you
my name was your new tattoo
but when I pushed up your sleeve
I saw there was more
than just me
In the dream I understood
in the way good dreamers should.
Awake I wondered again
about these other men.
Because it seems
such a favor to me
you keep me company
if that's not weird to say.
I said it anyway.

You changed your picture
to show the whole world
somebody loves you
you're one lucky girl
you don't have to do that
I already knew
How couldn't I know that
when I love you too
The picture I keep
you're slyly smiling

Free At Last (complete)

A cast came off something broken
a fall where you hit too hard
the plaster turned grey with devotion
you wore the sling like a scar
sometimes somebody signed it
each name faded with time
alone with your hurt
it only got worse
got worse until it got fine.
Now what's broken is mended
it's pain you can put in the past
the saga you sought has finally ended
and now you are free at last.
the saga you sought has finally ended
and now you are free at last.

Journal

...One wants another to take a perverse yet specific interest in one. Same mutual bad/wacky/beautiful idea.

A very weird time right now. Keeping one's life Spartan is a sort of deodorant to tragedy. Having kids is like setting your own mousetrap for tragedy. And so the field thins, but those that are left are sort of suited for each other. In the same serendipitous way commercials on late night channels geared to losers reach those precise losers, for pennies on the second.

Another Something

A Wednesday night
you're not up for nothing
your mind is shattered
it's focused on one thing
the only city
and you are its lone king
and Pamela makes
such a mean drink.
You want another something.

Rained all day
wind blew even harder
you read a book
didn't get any smarter
Someone gets in your way
you beg their pardon
Such a good guy
Such a good martyr.

the only city
and you are its lone king
and Pamela makes
such a mean drink.
You want another something.