the universe is a funny test,
blindfolded.
Your Ego, Mine...
you need coffee,
and an orgasm,
compliments,
and maybe laughter.
it's tough when you're young,
but worse when you're older.
leave your mind,
leave Kentucky,
inherit a boy,
stumble under the stars,
accidental joy.
hiding smiles
is hideous.
up and down stairs
on the Lower East Side,
memories cut
like a dull knife,
makes sense.
near the end
I knew
that
each song was reassurance,
and each hand was held open.