Too much to hold,
like wet soap,
happiness slips right through.
...
I packed up,
my love for you,
in a cardboard box.
...
Call it fate,
call it randomly shot,
struck- down
knocked up,
...
Scream, shout
grab a banner and demonstrate,
start a movement,
front a parade.
...
The waiter who wanted
to become an astronaut.
The road-sweeper,
...
Pacify me,
as I begin to weep,
hold me close
as tears begin to dribble onto my cheek.
...