somewhere in the desert of my half-eaten heart,
last night sits like a silly mirage
conjured up by a madman
in the cab of a black truck
near the creek of coconuts.
no more bad days,
I hear the ocean,
and confuse it with the sea;
I see you,
and confuse you with me.
goddamn time,
and goddamn regret
for being the same thing
just like love is the same thing
as lustful hate
right on time.