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here you go cup of insanity baby



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Carmen told a friend she thought I was too intense



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i should have loved you becky when i had the chance i should have insisted you dance



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eat the dream roots then lie sodden on the lawn



2 months out from being gone and a wetter

June never seen



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the last time I was supposed to see him I got drunk in the city and never made it back across the river



I'd contact him but I'd be afraid he thinks I own him money



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I woke up seated on a stoop and my Gibson was gone. I crept back to my room in early piss light to lie like a prisoner on my floor



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both of his parents were dead. his brother lived uptown and i think slung drugs. his sister in Canarsie was sane but cruel



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we blundered into this bullshit club i half knew about wanting trees and it was so thick and queer dangerous there he finally had to ask if I was gay. I said no, just stupid



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Irene Irene I probably could have had you you used to listen to me sing and you so smart. and so sick



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the gave no class on depravity. it's shit some fuckers are just born with. when you encounter these fiends stay away from them



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for a couple of years there I guess I wished to lose my way.



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we haven't really spoke in years. sad when friendship becomes relic



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what if what if you could go back and do things differently oh yeah. but you can you can