I've been trying to live right.
I've been stupid.
all my life.
Before.
I sleep wrong.
I sleep when I can.
I am drunk so let's be friends
on Bowery and Bleecker
but burn the bus stop before the bishop
then when the sun decides to decide
to type my name.
dancing, yes, protest.
be sure to be me.
because I need me so bad.
so much fork music to break hearts.
and the day 3hen we never.
what is next?
nothing. nada. okay. everything.
everything. ten years from the day.
forgotten everything.
turn songs, tourniquet songs.
love is my only crime.