Grocery bagged hands full.
Stumbling up stairs,
Struggling for keys.
Put a way the perishables,
The rest can wait.
Love and the market.

Bless the population boom.

It's simple and I'm learning. I swear.

The things you would think could be wrong.

Quite fucked.

You think maybe you could get something going your way.

But you'll learn better.
They’d never let it settle sans caveat.

Your wondering how this even happened.

He's pointing to left field.

She tells you she felt silly all night.
Grinning Maybe that's why.
Says you're pretty maybe that's why.

Left field is pointing back.

And thats where it came from.

Maybe I do.

Aim high
Swing low
Miss.

Couldn't say.

Generally, I need someone to aim for.
Loveless like a layabout.

On the phone that evening he'd spoken with a man in India. The man worked a phone line all day, the kind of job the US had been exporting, he asks "Have you any role models?" There was a pause, this was a strange question. "No, not really" was the short response, but he continued "I think what really makes us are the things we read, the ( Read more... )

farewell, and I send that to all of you, because really we're all leaving soon as we can.

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