June 2010
alone
lying, thinking
last night
how to find my soul a home.
where water is not thirsty
and bread loaf is not stone.
and i don’t believe i’m wrong
that nobody but nobody
can make it out here alone.
alone, all alone
nobody but nobody
can make it out here alone
there are some millionaires
with money they can’t use
their wives run round like banshees
their children sing the...
