i don't want to be broken
there is a reason i feel this way
i wouldn't ever have $8 dollar underwear
my underwear usually is 8 for a dollar
...
and she must have some sort of reputation to uphold
it's hard enough seeing the town lunatic
all might not be too bad
but he leaves each time
...
there were so many things
that i have forgotten
my love and her beauty
flooded out everything
...
like a corvette beached against granite shores
banging hard against jagged rocks
not caring about damaging this hulking hull
but grieving the minutes trapped
...
tales of grape yule sissies
my mind is rusty and that's a shame
...
so it was funny in '78
and scary in '85
and reality of charade
in the 21st
...
you just hang yourself out in the air awhile
like some flystrip
catch whatever comes along
anyone can do this
...
and i feel this yearning
and fear
fear of the yearning
yeanring for the fear
...
i never had a family
people put me here
as i did others
i still say
...
im packing my glass
with the veggie of some young man
who's father built my bar
as i puff away
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